is it possible for us to find happiness with just this?
with just this moment as it is?
with its frailty, its delicate and persistent heartache?
with its sadness and weight?
can i see also resilient beauty hiding in forms masked?
can i hear music that speaks of Love as no word can?
can i see life in death and wholeness in what otherwise feels broken and sick?
is it possible for me to find happiness with just this?
this is the beginning of our practice
this is our path