But listening to our angel
And doing the work we love
Whatever the work
Throwing yourself into the little
Tasks and the major mistakes equally
Not just for the exhilaration
Of accomplishment you feel
But don't trust too much
But out of a thinking will
That longs to see the totality
Of what's really going on
To become a scientist of happiness
And pick its feathers and its bones
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