i was looking
for happiness
just like all the
rest
it seems that
happiness is in hiding
and seemingly
very hard to find
something you want
to reach somewhere
like a bird on top of
a glider
like a nugget of gold
underneath
this earth
or a star far far into
the darkest sky
i stopped looking for
happiness
and it somehow looks for
me
could i be happiness
too?
and i cannot be found
slippery like
an ell
into the deepest sea
of my mind
i linger
till you come and tell
me
happiness lies in the other
which we must
find through giving
what i have is in you
and i must give it to you
the paradox of finding
for it is only in the giving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem