What is this pursuit of bliss?
A quest for what’s sacred-
where dreams are finished,
completed, thoroughly furnished, and lacking nothing-
the end of all suffering;
How can we deny this thing?
A peaceful lusting, rushing, too bust through!
Willing to lose the weights of frustration,
The doorway is seldom patient.
I have got to make the banquet celebration with no hesitation,
It’s Paradise I’m chasing!