What you love, you become
The dream of being is identity
What you feel, you attract
With the whisper of the cosmos
Always around you nurturing time
What you imagine, you create
In the Tao of sense, there’s only the future
A living universe intersecting
With every part of you, a thousand
Times per second, you are energy
Happiness does not depend on circumstance
It is a gift of perspective
There is no path to happiness
No escape into pleasure
No particular opposite of suffering
The experience is paramount and important
What you love, you will become
So learn to love the highest and truest
Of what you are, let your love encompass
The whole world, so you will not be small
Or live smally for yourself, and be miserable.
Wuji Seshat 