Love can’t be seen, only felt.
Trust can’t be proven, only shown.
Hope can’t be located, only permitted.
Happiness can’t be found, only consented to.
Joy can’t be owned, only allowed.
Contentment can’t be captured, only grown.
and even ecstasy
come only to a person
to receive the gifts.
Like raindrops, these things arrive only when I stand ready, exposed and open.
Happiness is when what you think,
what you say,
and what you do are in harmony.