The Stream - Gary Horvitz

[Lawrence Robinson]

The Stream
 
Joy is neither the residue nor
the cause of happiness
Joy stands like an ancient oak
in a barren field listening
unmoved by any tribulation
 
roots so deep that drought
cannot touch them
leaves so broad and branches
so wide that even the blazing 
sun is tamed 
 
Joy makes its own weather
laughing through the hail
singing through the blizzard
moving not a muscle 
even as flood waters rise  
 
Joy is the stream and 
you the trout effortlessly
nosing forward 
in sacred aikido 
with whatever comes             
                                  
	- Gary Horvitz
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