Finding Joy
It seemed that Peace was a good enough goal,
a fair ideal to idolize
Tantric meddling a sterile fad
and poor substitute.
To be fed, have a roof over one's head, the least, best status quo.
To be happy, the regular fix.
Afterall, long as the belly has fuel
and the lungs, good air
what more do we need
- beyond love?
Meaning and Purpose?
Work and service provide that!
Company, Pleasure then?
Propagating, reproducing ourselves
by way of elongating or assuaging
that sense of lonely self, Littleness.
Creating stuff - babies, arts, crafts, products, equations, beauty: things
do that!
So we Settle for Peace, purely.
But, whatabout the ecstasy and glory of Joy?
Beyond any orgasmic hormone
or delirious experience?
See the Illumined Ones -
those faces in Angkor Wat,
the Madonna or a newborn,
whether infant, creature, flower or dawn-rising
for a glimpse, taste, sense
of immediacy:
bliss - sublime, divine.
30/08/23