At home

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Why do we always think that happiness is to be found in the future, or when this or that happens,

and not seek it in the life that we have or in the here and now?

I was passionate,
filled with longing,
I searched
far and wide.

But the day
that the Truthful One
found me,
I was at home.

Lal Ded, (Mother Lalla), 1320 – 1392, Kasmiri Hindu poet and mystic

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