JOY
I walk past joy
on the way to wherever.
My eyes do not see,
too busy doing.
I rest my mind,
breathe deeply,
and there she is
in all her glory:
New buds on the tree,
my cat’s antics,
Friends’ voices saying hello,
A symphony of birds singing
their delight.
Joy seeps in softly,
whispering.
I slow down
and pick up her scent.
Engulfed in her wonder.
Joy tiptoes on silent feet,
elusive,
only to the wandering mind.
So many possibilities
at my fingertips.
Wake-up, wake-up
she whispers.
I wrote this poem a few years ago when I realized I was so busy planning the next “to do” that I was missing out on life. I now make it a practice to look for daily joy moments. These bring me back to the present, fully engaged in the moment.
Thank you, Ardine. A joy for me is watching my cat watch cartoons on TV. He is mesmerized!
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What a gift pets are–they bring us back to the present:)))
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What a beautiful poem
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Thank you
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