Happiness has a root
one that spreads its feeble fingers through the human heart
And crushes obstacles that come in its path
The root is tender, yet never surrenders
to the grains of dust that burns dry the soft scape of the mind
It grows when the human nourishes
Recedes when he perishes
The root bears the tree of joy, the fruits of fulfilment
The root is love
Love for oneself, for others, for the omnipotent.
In my mind Pharrell Williams Happy is going on in loops
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