On the Eve of Thanks

I am only enlightened

and I wonder how it shows

and what has changed.

There is a joy, I know.

Always and everywhere

diffused, that I don’t always remember

to deign to show.

And I wonder how it can show.

My enlightenment joy

is like my baby face

that showed no doubt an otherworldly wisdom.

It was a face that knew

that prompted indescribable joy

to my bewildered parents

who had no doubt of the wisdom

or of the providence of its origin.

It has never gone.

I am newly aware and

I am on the Eve of thanks.