glowing on

24 Jan


Joy arrives in the smallest corners

without a script to find it.

Think a bird tilting its head to you in curiosity,

a cat curled up in your pine straw, allowing you close,

a deer pausing mid-munch to size you up

before bounding its fluff tail bum deeper into the woods.

Agenda toward joy can look alright to start with

but it soon becomes a grocery store cake in the mouth,

leaving you wondering how to spit it out with grace.

Grasping at joy is revolting, a fake laugh, an insinuation,

a glomping on – vicarious to the actual fleeting glimpses

we are gifted without neediness.

Don’t grab the kitty by the tail,

try not to join in when you haven’t heard the joke,

allow your own joy to arrive outside the attainment of others,

without needing to announce it to the imagined view of the world.

The original intention that you came here with

is still flickering – and it will not go out until you are gone,

even if you are in jail, or cast out, or inebriated

on the most common drugs of: figuring things out,

escaping your pain, making yourself important,

making yourself small, just

getting through the day, busy, busy, busy…

you know them all.

Even here, joy still visits, and fans your fractal candle.

Thank God, it is one of those trick candles, so blow away,

test it out; it will be here as long as you – waiting to light you

from within – and your inferno will be all your own.

My bonfire on a distant hill

connects the dots toward yours,

making the view overhead of all these fires a truer map

of who is down here,

remembering joy,

no matter where.



11 Responses to “glowing on”

  1. S January 24, 2020 at 5:25 pm #

    Yes. Like opening my eyes at 5am in bed this morning and seeing the Southern Cross winking at me in the black sky.

  2. marga t. January 25, 2020 at 12:30 pm #

    Out of this World! xx

  3. Alison and Don January 25, 2020 at 6:18 pm #

    What a lovely piece of joy this is! I must read it aloud to Don. Quite often these days I suddenly feel filled with love, or joy, for no reason. There is nothing to match it. And if I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable sometimes I remember to inquire of myself whether or not joy is already here. It usually is.
    Much love, Alison

    • marga t. January 26, 2020 at 1:53 pm #

      It is so precious to me that I have been aware of your shiny heads for such a long while now. Your presence and support along the way is more tangible to me than those I can seemingly reach out and touch. I know of the joy you touch so often through your sharing! xx! marga

  4. Michael January 25, 2020 at 10:05 pm #

    Utterly delicious, M! And sprinkled with lines that gave me that “Aha” feeling of confronting the known anew. I’m feeling humbled to have been pried open once again by these shared sentiments. These words ripple with joy… They are contagious.

    With Love

    • marga t. January 26, 2020 at 1:57 pm #

      It is the same sensation that draws me to your words; you have so many “aha’s” that connect the subtlest of my own perceptions to a realization of how much we share with the wonderful twist of seeing it through your fresh words – I think these are the heart tingles I live for. You inspire me to take in the contagion and pass it on! Much love, Marga

  5. Ka Malana - January 27, 2020 at 3:08 am #

    This is brilliant writing, and so well felt.

    • marga t. January 28, 2020 at 2:41 am #

      Thank you, Ka. So nice to see you here!

  6. KELLY KUHN January 29, 2020 at 1:18 am #

    Oh my this is a glorious post! The cake, the flickering, and connecting our dots! I’m shining my light out toward yours tonight and always.

    • marga t. February 1, 2020 at 12:25 am #

      I see your bonfire, KK! warms me from here! xx

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