Inherent Joy

What good is it when one's whole life is sought to nothing but ambition

And a constant desire to succeed is even marring our sleep

When the peacefulness we have sought to find from rest after a day of labor

Is no where to be found because it has been replaced by our desire to succeed

When our mind is constantly at battle with thoughts that are not our own

When we are at constant preoccupation with such bits and borrows and loan

When the desire to be happy is but unfailingly causing us unhappiness

And not of that our own but also of our loved ones!

Alas in books we think we shall find hidden keys to our happiness

And orators can only talk of wisdom that wasn't first their own

They will entrance us with words but only for their gain

And like moths we will draw to the fire and eventually burn!

Burn we will with desire and ambition and greed!

And forget simplicities and laughter and the little joys

Idle moments of retrospect, blithe moments of existence

Even happy foolishness I may add

That stem from the peaceful mind of a man happy with himself

I long for a vacant mind, waft of thought and naught

Where ambition might linger but peace can coexist!

Where simple love can conquer all eloquent philosophies of ages

For human hearts have eternally known that secret recipe for joy