Elation

Consider how much of life finds elation through thinking,

Saying,

And doing

In harmony?

Might there be a sense of profound joy

When an animal, such as a German Shepherd,

Behaves in a wise and keen way

With eyes that seem to understand

The silent language of the heart?

Does not serenity follow

Birds singing their morning hymns,

Each note a testament to gaiety,

Their wings a dervish-like dance of freedom

In the vast,

Unending expanse of blue?

And does not Nature express happiness

In its own way,

Where flowers bloom with grace,

Petals glisten in dew’s reflection of sun,

The nurturing of balance between

Light and shade?

Humans…

Be they children feeling such delight

In the simplicity of a mother’s smile,

Amidst a world of wonder awakening

Youth’s simple need of fulfillment,

Or…

In teen years

Where discovery arrives with fanfare alongside

The thrill of newness in the quest for self.

By adulthood…

There arrives

For those in harmony of thought

Word

And deed,

An epiphany confirming

A life lived true begets

A heart at peace,

Where the journey

Is realized

And shared.

Is there any end to serenity achieved?

To arrive at the gates of

Blended beingness,

The wisdom of the canine,

The melodies of the birds,

The bloom of flowers,

And the simple profundity of truth,

Where we live as we think and do,

Elation becomes the quietness of essence.