joy has come and gone
felt intensely in the moment
welcomed, for whatever
time it gives us, as if
there is no choice
but to grant its freedom

the will creates
by dint of effort
and intense intent,
but the transcendents
touch us only when
we open to their message
and are resigned
to their release

is there surety of return
in our acceptance?
the way to joy or happiness
wearing smooth or easy?
perhaps our souls
become elastic, porous,
bending in the wind
of our emotions,
ready to receive.

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poem © 2014 KH Rantilla. all rights reserved.