The Source of Joy

Many times have I touched
What I thought was joy
Only to see it crumble in the new day
The greater my happiness
The greater the ensuing pain.
Such has been my life.

Once again I felt the touch
Seemingly stronger and more perfect
Then I felt another hand
Which I have come to trust
In an instant the expansive feeling
Vanished as if it had never been.

And what did I feel?
There was loss
But it did not feel like loss
The clarity that came
Made me feel that
If only in a small way
I had touched the very source of joy.

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