The Way of Happiness

Dark panels of glass    
mirror the evening lamp    
as I write.    
     
Outside the window    
a solitary Soloist      
no bigger than my palm    
vibrates an entire Universe    
from its avian aircells      
despite the Sun's absence.    
     
The Way of Happiness      
isn't dependent upon      
a Lamp unto our steps,    
     
But Truth singing   
from our own darkness.      
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