Coffee

I sit and scribble a few words
on beauty and sorrow.
Kisses carried in the night sky.
Palms joined with flushed awareness.
Pain pressed in stained pages.
Aches assuaged by starlight
and meadow bright.
It is enough to know you live,
that trees will bear fruit
once more.

Meditation 16: Joy

You will know when it falls,
your body will blossom
like a flower in Spring
and all the colours of the world
will vibrate with shimmering energy.
And when it comes,
give it away with abundant grace.
Joy is the gold that makes
every atom dance.