Small Joys

Small joys:

those small joys, existing for just their moment and then gone - yet somehow they are lasting too, or at the wonder of their appearance, that something arises without notice, spontaneous, and there is a depth of joy so surprising in its touch. It's a moment of the soul. 

for me, there seems no other way, no better way, to describe it - that by soul I mean the union of the world, life, just before we identify as an individual self. Those small, joyful moments, are just a forgetting of ourselves, a subtle recognition that we belong to something larger than the ordinary, or perhaps a reminder still that there is no ordinary world. 

this soul is life, simply life, with nothing added on - indeed, nothing truly can be added to what is already, and always found inclusive. Everything belongs. It's those small joys that remind me of this, to hold a flower in view is to see to the very soul of the world, and more, it's seeing that there is only this, only soul and nothing more. 

these moments are spontaneous in their appearance, and I find myself a surprised participant when they arise. Every small joy vibrates as soul, a reminder of my seamless nature. I give myself complete to these joys, abandoning all but what the moment holds. Yes, every experience passes, no joy is meant forever, but something does linger a little longer. It's not the experience, nor memory of its presence - its soul existing as it all, everything, and that these moments, small and larger joys, are all simply, only, aspects of the whole. 

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Peace, Eric