In search of happiness

Like Basho with his walking stick, I roamed the rocky hills in search of inner peace which alas, my world failed to give. (That is another version of my earlier haiga in search of happiness which is somewhere in my file). Then I found an open gate to Happiness land beyond which I can see clumps of flowers inviting me to come in. Amidst the blossoms with their resident bees and butterflies, I found peace and serenity that salved a wounded soul. I stayed there as long as I can and before leaving, I took this picture to remind me that I am not dreaming...