What is the pursuit of happiness,
Does it boil down to achievement,
pleasure, indulgence or coveting?
We can be as unthinkingly selfish
as children are at times, giving
back love or loyalty, a rebuke!
And we can be parents who think
material gratification is the love
they owe their children. The necessary
gifts are not handed out, they are exemplified!
Was Santa the biggest sinner?
Contemptible Wishmaster?!
Who would see the illusion in gift wraps?
It is a very much in-fashion lesson,
a tasteless legacy from generation to
generation. Supposedly, austerity
is no match for hasty consumerism,
Intuition, not inclination, deemed insipid
Humility, not overambition, an atrophy
What is more thought-provoking than
the idea of achievement? Is the soul your achiever?
Poverty is considered misery; and wealth,
happiness. We have simple reckonings,
but profoundly abased. Our ponderings are lost in their
superficiality. What does spirituality matter,
in the face of trifling preoccupations?
And must we borrow from philosophers,
or men of wisdom, when all we need
to do is exist and exercise for aspiration
Truth is no ambition worth the while,
of course. It is a burden to be defused
by the bomb squad of convenience. We
can be sure that so long as we don’t
face Judgement Day, we can wallow
in history repeating itself. That the evil
doesn’t deserve retribution or any punitive
dispensation, but must be glorified
as a happiness that we desire to be governed by!
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