Happiness is fleeting
Gone before we realize
Gentle wind blowing free
Never held, lost and swept away.
We do not realize we were happy
Until its gone, and only memories remain
Then mourn for happiness to return
Making us whole and soul to sing again.
We do not realize we were happy Until its gone, and only memories remain... Very aptly said. But it is material happiness. Along with sat (being) , chit, (consciousness) , aananda (bliss) perpetually flows within. Just look deep inside and it is there.
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