Joy rises like heat
from all that breathes
in the landscape of a life,
all that connects and releases,
all that takes in and gives back
It isn’t packaged in discrete parcels
to be won or bought,
doesn’t depend on reaching
designated goals
It doesn’t hold back, doesn’t wait
for anything
Joy rises like morning mist
to meet the sun,
from all that breathes,
suffusing everything.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 26, 2015
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