I Kneel in the Grass…

 joy does not come from without—

that is, from people, even very dear people, it comes from within

one does not loose sight of the sparkle 

in another’s eyes,

one can discern 

what is felt 

when I walk through a blooming meadow

I can feel a joy bubbling up

a feeling of belonging right there 

in the midst of the beauty of that field

I kneel in the grass 

stretch out in it and look up into the blue of the sky

reaching beyond my vision higher and higher

or standing by a brook gurgling 

along with its crystal clear water— there, too, 

feel the joy swelling in me

little fish are swimming by

looking sideways up at me as if to say, 

why is she here?

all because of joy—

for joy made me step into a shady cool forest

where just a few rays of sunlight through the trees 

make the stillness delightful

a deep well is springing up 

without ever loosing its power to flow outward

joy is the nectar of love 

be it a blade of grass 

or a singing bird in the bright blue sky…

“walk as if 

you are kissing the grass

with your feet”