What is Happiness?

Is it something I have?

Who are happy?

Is Happiness,
or am I to find it?

Must I search,
the valleys of confusion,
the streets of temptation,
the corners of the world,

and every leaf that falls?

Is it a lover?
A moment like the other?

Who knows the secret,
to tame the wild beast?

Tell those wandering,
or forever keep silent.

If you guide without a lamp,
how so shall thine words shine?

Me, you, waves in the blue.

The Ocean Is and so art you.
Happy we are when one and two,
are all together in the Ocean Blue.