Joy

Joy

Joy is the feeling of contented,

Being. Enriched by a sense,

Of clarity within things, or us.

Caught by the glitter of chance,

Encounters, or deep dancing,

conversations with strangers.

Little danger in this behaviour.

It’s realisations of moments,

Togetherness’s. Finding agreement,

without confrontation. It’s learning that,

Pleasure is profoundly innate,

The search must look inward,

Placating sensations of remorse, or

Bitterness born, elated states replace,

Of a poor twisting fate. It’s

Gestures of kindness requiring,

Just gratitude, rather than,

Lacklustre feelings of platitude.

It’s luxurious in company, and,

Wondrous alone, grasping the,

Nettles yet not being stung.

It’s silence defying cacophony,

Or a lyric remembered in synchronicity.

It’s recounting,

From childhood, an innocent play, or

Solving complexities,

When in disarray mentally.

It’s seeing dark clouds passing,

Exposing the sun, a warmth,

Innerstanding, a new life begun.

It’s conclusion followed efforts,

It’s sharing an insightful glimpse,

To somebody long suffering,

Or celebration of remission.

You’re inspired or passionately,

Positively rewired, or healing,

With meaning a hardened denier.

It’s the realisation that,

We’re mostly the same, or

Revelations of differing ends.

It’s tidiness, when everything’s,

Mess, or clutter left clumsily,

Yet triggering remembrances,

Of some way that you’re blessed.

It’s the tickle of ladybugs feet,

On the skin, or sensations of,

Water timelessly passing by, cleansing.

Or just simply being enough! Robustly.

It’s planting a seed and watching it grow,

Reaping a,

Harvest that’s long ago sewn.

Mending a garment, instead of,

Discarding it, uniqueness, the,

Star dusting, that matches our,

Matter. It’s identity’s blossom,

Appreciatively grown, without,

Treading upon the ego of others.

Most of all, it is the knowledge,

That’s mist, to exist in unfolding,

The presentation, the gift, rolling.

Unravelling gently, harmoniously,

The realisation,

Addictions a myth. Offering

Kindness, in the face of distain,

Or keeping some distance to,

Discourage a fraying. It’s,

Rejection of narratives, written,

To divide, becoming transparent, removing disguise.

It’s ultimately knowing everything around is abundant,

Then sharing, this insight, with,

Hope it’s rejuvenation, incarnate.

It’s capturing whispers, of secrets nefarious,

Then exposing the dicotyledonous leaks,

And repairing them. It’s letting go,

Of vexatious dilemmas,

The calm, that’s delivered thwarting,

Ideologically those that seek,

To harm us. It’s incredible,

Passing through holes, seen as,

Trappings, expanding exponentially,

Into new meaning.

Delightfully bathing in purities,

Well, devoid of the perilous,

Fearlessness forged. It’s persistence,

Invested in something that’s bigger,

Loosing

Oneself in joys hybrid vigour.