to dwell in joy, one must first know, an unhappy heart cannot truly grow.
You cannot mold another's soul, no hands can forge what they must console.
The cradle of happiness, buried within, awaits your own touch, thats where peace begins.
Offer your kindness, a coffee, a meal,
Yet know, dear heart, they must learn to heal. The bliss that you seek is not in their gaze, it flickers within life's intricate maze.
In the silence of being, find what ignites, like the whispers of joy on moonlit nights.
It’s your sacred quest to uncover your spark, dance with shadows, that ignite in the dark.
Set your boundaries, strong as the sea, protect your essence, let no one decree how you ought to feel, when lost in the fray, your joy is your compass, guiding your way.
No one can dictate what your soul you speaks, your longing, each fracture, the answers you seek.
Don’t linger in hope for a saviour to come, happiness blossoms when you learn to succumb to the depths of your being, where passions reside, in the tapestry woven of love and of pride.
Happiness lives not in the realm of the chase, but in the stillness, in the moments of embrace.
Delve into silence, find what you crave, in the echoes of laughter, in the whispers of waves.
Create your own symphony, bold and profound, for true joy is a journey, not a destination found.
Stay wild in your spirit, let your heart be a song, in the dance of existence, where all souls belong.
Seek not in the hands of others to find the treasure of joy,
That's created by you in the depths of your mind. 🌿 stay wild
By Maggie Martin
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