Happiness

It occurs to me that happiness is like a smoke ring;
As I grasp for it, grab it, and grapple with it, I destroy it.

But when I practice the right actions, and breathe, it follows;
Ethereally dancing, it slowly blends with the world.

And I take the next breath.

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