'AUTOIGNITION' Often we are wrong Believing that happiness Can happen to us. All the joy we know Comes from our internal flame Eternally there. External forces Provide the inceptive spark But that's all they do. The flame of pure joy; The delightful, primal blaze? Fully, wholly ours. Sparks? They come and go; Much less precious, much less rare Than we're made to think. With luck, and focus We can burst into bright flames Of our own accord. Please keep that in mind: Flame fiercely like the phoenix; You'll help light the world.