It’s trite 
But truer 
Than we think. 

Be happy!

But… says the mind 
And lists 
A barrowload of objections.

I can’t be happy because……

Be happy is the mantra 
Without sound or words 

It is the silence 
From which the mind 
Finds its subtle ground 
And supposedly rises. 

Happiness is that 
On which 
The mind 
Leans 
And borrows 
For its list of grievances. 

Be happy…

It’s trite 
But truer 
Then we think.