Looking for the answer,

For the feeling of fulfillment,

Lost in resolutions,

In considering solutions,

 

But the answer is not far, it’s near,

Closer than our nose tip, it’s everywhere,

The fine, fine feeling of happiness deepening to Joy,

Of appreciation for the simple,

Forgiveness for the annoying,

Dissolves the veil that hides the real,

Reveals the veil is One, is Joy.

 

The source of our thought, the source of our breath,

The coziness of our hearth,

The solidity of our earth,

The feeling of our muscles,

There is only One and wherever we look,

We see Our Self, This One.

We are Our Self, This One.

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