One of those not-so-often reflections.
When Joy Leaves
When joy leaves, what steps in?
Nature doesn’t love a vacuum –
Almost never leaves a vacuum.
When joy leaves
Rampant listlessness of mind takes over*
And a person by the name of Nover is observer.
Paucity so strange and foreign
Doesn’t doesn’t really want that thing – that joyless thing
To put the mind, spine, neck to swing
(As in the concept ‘noose’’).
When shorn or torn from mind-set,
Sleeplessness replacing it,
The active peace hard to get back
Unless one has provided self
With some kind of a silent frame
With any kind of name, (though lame) for comfort –
Times when happiness has left its home inside your heart,
It’s but to wait it out,
To find again the peaceful state
With gentle and unsentimental will
To stillness.
When Joy Leaves 4.9.2020 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin
*rempant listlessness; an oxymoron
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