Empirical, imperial
The foundation is both the key to joy, pure joy,
and the fruit of the joy that has settled in our lives.
A shattering entrance,
A flash of lightning bursting forth in the depths of darkness
or one breath after another, until it defines the fabric of existence.
Return, Incessant Call, Silent Prayer,
or noisy bubbling eddies,
of bubbles that are born, grow, hatch,
and die in a single movement.
As they burst, they give birth to the secret.
©FJ April 2025
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Notes & Silence 
And, yet, joy is an emotion, and emotions are impermanent. Nor is there joy without sorrow, unless they are the same, but merely wearing different garments.
Therefore – where is there peace?
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I believe here is wiser form of joy.
The home of the soul.
A home for the soul.
A serenity, maybe.
Words, words, words…
Don’t matter that much.
Those with ears.
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