The pot of joy bubbles over,
Unconsciously:
Children laughter.
Nothing surpasses it.
Delight is always within our reach.
We know that,
But not deeply enough,
Not to the bone.
Otherwise, we would fight our way back there.
The pressure that we create for ourselves
Keeps us miserable—
The very thing we don’t want.
What incompetence!
To step back seems easy,
Like waking from a nightmare,
But these grown-up habits,
Clouds that feed on their own blackness,
Leave us smothered,
Impotent,
Unable to reach what is well within our grasp;
Only very bad habits indeed can do that
Because without joy what do we have?
What is this force that fixes our backs to the wall?
An illusion of thought,
Which only thought’s unraveling can extinguish.
Slow down the merry-go-round, bring it to a halt,
Then step backwards, into childhood, into sanity.
We can awaken ourselves from dreams,
Why not from thoughts?
So much said in this evocative piece. Slowing down the merry-go-round is a difficult task.
ReplyDeleteNothing surpasses the laughter of children ~~~ today I vow to step back into childhood, into sanity.
ReplyDeleteYes truth spoken Love it Children are unbridled and free Even when life is tough there is room for a smile wich lightens the burdens
ReplyDeleteIt is only when left childhood behind that we realise how beautiful it was and how lucky we were.
ReplyDeleteThis is wise.
ReplyDeleteIncompetence indeed, the way most of us think most of the time.
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