Read Poem: The Joy of Being, by Liv Behre

Is there joy, in being?
Or does joy come from a happening
An outside circumstance
The flash of an image
The sweetness of a sound?

There is joy, in being.
The kind that has no source
That just has truth
That is just truth.

Breathe in
Breathe out

Then what is being if not a state
A moment in time
Where the past is irrelevant
The future not relevant
And this moment
Right now
The only thing that is significant.

Breathe in
Breathe out

This right now is what is truly relevant
The only thing that is not irrelevant
The only truth that can matter
The only one that cannot shatter.

Breathe in
Breathe out

Let’s enjoy the joy of being
Right here, breathe in
Right now, breathe out
I am.

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