The way to joy, enjoy on the way

Slow and serene could I walk at the jheel If wore on my visage a pleasant smile, Relaxed to core, deep-set laity to feel, When weary thoughts were left behind to pile. A seed of joy within sprouts peace and love, What a perennial source in life it is! But not for me in rush, ever on move, Ever on rise a buoyant sea to seize. Life’s leisured walk, a sprint nor blindfold race, If to reflect I opt for peaceful pause That puts me in prime touch with inmost face, Where’s joy in chasing a gossamer gauze? Too bad, it dawns to me on a late day That there's no way to joy, joy is the way. _______________________ Sonnet |03.08.11, revised January 2025| joy, journey Poet’s note: A jheel (Hindi) is a shallow, sprawling lake.