In the last few years, objective circumstances have not been particularly joyful, and yet joy breaks through regardless. That is because joy has nothing to do with circumstance.
Looking at Light
Pain carves deep so the body might survive. Clear cause,
clear effect, lesson learned. But not so with joy, which arises
when it will, responding to the look in someone’s eye,
to late light on the bay, to a far hillside in peak fall color.
It transforms the everyday, awaiting only one’s awakening.
It comes not from outside, rather from within, arising
from attention, from opening to the moment. Look at that
light where tiny motes of dust are dancing. Just beautiful.
Note: unpublished draft
