Happiness comes from gratitude
From appreciation of who you are
Who is in your life

Appreciation turns the stone
Into a temple, into a home
Who you are is all you need
Love is the water, trust the seed

Happiness is not a conquest
it kneels where you are
it whispers: thank you
for the hunger
for the flame
for the strangers who became your blood

Holiness
It lives in the gaze of a lover
in the trembling breath of forgiveness
in the unspoken prayer of knowing
that what you are
is already enough
Do not ask the stars for more
They will only echo your longing
Instead, turn to the dust beneath your feet
to the faces that walk beside you
there is your cathedral
there is your song

Happiness is not a treasure buried
it is the wound that teaches you mercy
It is the hand that holds your name
when the night would erase it

Look...
the ones beside you are angels in disguise
The body you curse is already a hymn
Even the darkness is a kind of light...a teacher
Do you dare to kneel before it?