Non-sequitor

The pursuit of happiness does not work.

It’s painful and fruitless.

There’s always another rung on the ladder to heaven.

And when you get this,

And when you get that, 

You say you’ll be satisfied.

But you won’t,

Always there is a greener pasture,

A bigger carrot that dangles.

I think I have found something, 

A treasure within.

It’s more than I want,

More than I can truly handle.

The spirit of a human

Is the candle of the divine,

Shining bliss all the time

Without pursuit of it.

I’m Ecstatic.

What more can ever be done to me?

What more could I ever do,

Or ever wish for?

-jenn