Golden speckles across a milky white field. The pearly white bearings hide discreetly the pain. For the happiness felt is always a ball of warmth within the core, yet seldom realized. The shocks of the world around you cause a smile to fade, for faith of its return over the horizon. You never need a reason to smile, your breath will tell and show you the way to be joyful. Never do you need a determination to feel full, your own body will show you all you need to be seen. Never do you need someone, or something to tell you here is your happy, your awareness of your own self will show you a happiness that’s always been just behind the bushes in your garden of self.