The place called Happiness, how to reach it through thickets?
To the station called Happiness, where can one buy tickets?
But if one by chance to this beautiful place arrives,
it vanishes soon, filling memories storing archives.
It flies like a bird with the feathers so brightly vivid.
Who'd tame such bird, when it rarely pays you a visit?
You glance in the past: like a broken mirror, it’s gleaming.
Forgetting the present, sometimes it leaves you daydreaming.
The future may promise its blooming, but could it be trusted?
For happiness seems to our lives to be maladjusted.
Short-lived, it is fleeting and brief. No, it doesn’t remain.
like rings on the water that’s hit by the droplets of rain.
Some desperate people for happiness look everywhere,
but then by a bottle or drugs they could be ensnared.
Happiness isn’t escapism, but it also somehow
cannot be attained with the skills from the books “know-how”.
It is in the present. Not just in exhilaration.
It’s in the familiar moments’ appreciation.
No, happiness isn’t hidden somewhere in coffers,-
it is in the smile of a child or the smell of coffee.
Happiness isn’t consistent, when it serves your ego,
but in the allegiance to God unwavering credo.
Happiness can’t be obtained tomorrow or later.
It’s in the desire today to please your Creator.
14-15.06.2019