“Joy comes into the world through gentle means, but springs from a solid inner base. ….that which brings joy into the world is a source of considerable power.”
I Ching 58 Joy
I wave hello with one hand
While holding my face with the other- mirror images-
Isn’t that what it’s all about-
Or is it one image, one pondering?
I want to climb into your lap
And cling to the last vestigages
Of ponderable possibility-
Fonder, I am, more of possibility
“Oh, it’s escape you seek,” says the frog.
“No. I seek wonder,
That moment of ecstasy,
Remedy for hostility
When sheer joy is possible.
I cling to that.”
c. Rita H Kowats 2-26-20