The Sacred Duty to Be Happy
Sure we hear all the military talk
About enforcing discipline
Dry stuff it is too so of course
I prefer to bother with yet wet babies
Who have not gotten confused from the blather
Of the bathwater
I mean sure it’s a wonderful thing
But it’s an unmilitary irony that
The discipline we are most duty bound to enforce
Is the one that stands with happiness
Which doesn’t betray happiness
Like Benedict Arnold did when he turned
Over his fort to the British
And we must not turn over our heart
To its enemies
Which though legion (and ironically un-American)
All bear this mark of Cain:
This ignoring the cries of our purple
(Yes wounded) heart
Whose oak leaf clusters symbolize
Wood from the true cross
Testifying to the sacred duty
To be happy
Hazrat Inayat Khan’s Invocation:
“Towards the one, the perfection of love, harmony and beauty, the only being, united with all the illuminated souls who form the embodiment of the master, the spirit of guidance.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan’s Prescribed Daily Mantra:
“My thoughtful self: Reproach no one. Bear malice towards no one. Hold a grudge against no one. Be wise, tolerant, considerate, polite, and kind to all.”
If you go to the word cluster on the right look for “happiness.”
It’s in pretty big letters, is it not? Which means there are lots and lots of emphasis (read blog posts) on that. Which you can access by clicking on the word.
Indeed still embedded (with redirects bringing you to the final product: rumi-nations.com) in my title files for this blog is the original concept (yes I was going to call the blog “Happiness Poetry.”
And an early post (circa 2013) was one titled, “Sufism, the Science of Happiness.”
Because it is a science in the sense of you keep trying things, and gradually the water runs clear, the gold appears, more and more types of gold.
It’s a long haul of course. I have done a lot of mouthing lately about doing “my next” post about reincarnation. (But like the carrot on the donkey stick it seems to recede each time when juxtaposed with a new idea.
Like today’s out of the blues try at discussing the concept of happiness. (Happiness uber alles!)
This popping up is not surprising since happiness has been a big question mark (you might say, an obsession ) for me all my thinking life (starting when I was a grown up adolescent.)
Which brings us to my famous acid trip back in the day.*
I was a hippie in Berkeley and so I took some LSD. But at least I used it for a purpose. One night I meditated all night (on acid!) pondering the issue of why I didn’t have many friends (just one, really) and consequently was lonely. Well I had an insight. Maybe people were repelled by the fact that I insulted them (for instance). Also you must know I had taken to wearing bell bottom pants and a pea coat imitating the Beatles (thinking it would make me cool) It was cool all right at least insofar as my reception from people. Who knew they didn’t like phonies?)
That night I got the gut for naught feeling of the shallow nihilism of posing as what I was not.
So, two upshots.
As for the problem of posing (in this case via clothing options) I hit on the simple expedient of always wearing the same clothes. So I bought sets of jeans and blue work shirts, which became my de rigueur attire. My uniform, you could say.
And as for the friend problem, I would try a radical experiment. I would be sweet to people instead of insulting. (who knew?)
I guess this begs the question of why was that ever even an impulse.
I think it’s a chicken and egg thing. I was mean to people out of resentment for feeling they didn’t like me. And they didn’t like me because I was mean to them. (Full disclosure: I had a chip on my shoulder perhaps related to my mother putting me in an orphanage for a few years–age five through nine.
Anyway, it worked. That night’s epiphany pulled me out of the quagmire. Of course it helped a lot when I noticed it was fun being nice.
I guess this leads to a discussion of gratitude but this post is too long in the tooth to add a different theme.
So happiness has always been my goal. Except in the eighties I took one of those human potential seminars and they had everybody write down what was their bedrock goal, and I wrote “inner peace.”
But then maybe of such is the kingdom of happiness.
God be with you,
*I do not of course recommend LSD but I was a hippie (In Berkeley!) and inspiration is where you find it. See, I figure God in a pinch can make honey out of horseshit. And the LSD did give me what felt like a powerful focus on the issue. But my older brother Jim the musical genius, now he took massive doses and perhaps not coincidentally became certified insane and died young in a mental hospital.