Pursuit of Happiness

author reading in her garden

I shouldn’t be happy 

till everybody is,

Boddhisattva postponing bliss,

but let me be honest.

I take pleasure in a mocha,

seek like a cat the sunny spot

in my garden to read a book.

What do I pursue?

Rest after labor well done,

mirth among friends,

the way my sweetheart looks at me

when I make him laugh,

and laugh still more,

fleeting communion a foretaste

of what the Boddhisatva

is waiting for.