There is an simple little trick —
Simple, not easy —
That a person can employ
When joy
Eludes the soul.

Observe the person worrying,
Scurrying,
Burying,
Clarion-ing...
Whatsoever the person is Doing.

Watch.
Zoom out. See?
Now say “that is not me.”
Like a cell divided,
There is you,
And there is also
The Watcher.

The act of Watching
Creates a space
Just big enough for
The Grace the
Self needs
To fly in and perch like a little bird
Smiling into the chaos —
See? There is a we
Inside the I!
Watch me fly!