How hard it seems to love ourselves,
We see so much in others,
But not in what we are.
Today I see much deeper
Into the things that flow,
From the opening heart
I carry,
Ever more lightly,
Day by day

There is a quietness to the experience of joy. It is the effervescence of the excitement that we sometimes mistakenly label as joy. It has depth, and in that deepness is peace.