Our lives are tugged relentlessly
by the stream of challenges
that come across our minds
every day: across screens
that remind us of pressing circumstances
and of our contingency as
vulnerable creatures in the world,
creatures subject to the slings
and arrows of outrageous
fortune, as the Bard has said.
Yet our joy, as the delicious fruit
of existence, is not contingent.
Joy comes from the centre
of existence, from finding a
refuge where the flux of the world
cannot touch acceptance of who
we are as beings not swayed
but living in the certainty of embodiment
and shaped by radical compassion.