Joy From Contemplation

We move from psychic teacher of “divine joy” whatsoever to another guru, from a workshop to another retreat, from a book to a video… we buy this then we want that… this is what happened to joy: it became a sort of hunger, a drug, but that’s not joy: that’s the grave of joy: because it became neurotic…

The fact in which very very few people are able to unconditionally extrapolate joy from contemplation… is the raw actuality: We see a forest, we see a sky, we see a little bird flying into the night.. we see the leafs and their slow motion life.. and we see feelings moving into the mind…

but the many look at all of these things superficially ’cause in those things they may see some sort of amusement, immediate but temporary curiosity, something that deserve a picture perhaps so to share it on instagram.. this is what the many function …’cause joy to them is elsewhere… manifested in form of desire for the new iPad, or the new car, or the rave party on the beach, or having drugs to assimilate while camping in the mountains… that’s the petty mist of the modern joy…

Regardless of the many faces of joy, surely joy is that condition of the mind in which the psyche thinks through weightless & pathless intensity, which is fresh attentiveness, no matter if one is involved in a conversation, a gathering of people, a dance, a rest, a walk in the forest, a reading or whatever it is..

Wherever joy requires a search then there can’t be joy