Rejoicing

It is a strange sensation

I feel it inside, I perceive it outside

Yet, it is nowhere specifically

And the soul rejoices on it

So triumphantly present

That it stops being strange

And it is no longer a feeling

Nor it is a location

It only Is

Evermore Gentle

Endlessly Serene

Eternally Peaceful

It is wholly

Self-evident

Independent of my perceptions

This fascinating freedom

Is a strange cognition

That insists on revealing Itself.

How to cite this Poem:

Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. Rejoicing.