won’t you celebrate?

The amazement of my life came from its quiet,

From the meditative state

I could say nothing, be the silence, and feel everything

No more outside looking for now, do you hear me?

These are some points of contemplation:

Don’t you know that the world will go on with its struggles?

And do you accept that this need not stop you from your fierce and relentless pursuit of joy?

The material world, it tempts you, but does it sustain you?

Imagine this now: your inner-holy place — sacred and armored

How can you find it? And remain there?

Here is my last point of contemplation:

If joy is available to you, won’t you feel into it?

And if joy is indeed a present feeling, won’t you celebrate?