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.