Happiness is relative, we’re made happier or sadder in large part by how we compare our lives to those around us.

Yet each must seek reality:
For those within the room, high talk,
Subtle experience - for me
The spark, the darkness on the walk.

Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you delicate leaves,
Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you shall emerge again.

Open Your Own Treasure House

Daiju visited the Zen master Baso. Baso asked, ‘What do you seek?’
Daiju said, ‘Enlightenment.’
Baso replied, ‘You have your own treasure house. Why do you search outside?’
Daiju asked, ‘Where is my treasure house?’
Baso said, ‘What you seek is your treasure house.’
Daiju was immediately enlightened. Afterwards he would say to his friends, ‘Open your own treasure house and use those treasures.’

The fountains of our deepest life, shall be
Confused in passion’s golden purity,
As mountain-springs under the morning Sun.
We shall become the same, we shall be one.

A good traveller has no fixed plans & is not intent upon arriving.

The path is the destination