Suffering Polishes Joy

Apparently there is much to learn,
Like the whittling of a stubborn but fine wood.
Suffering polishes joy.

Somewhere there is a foundation,
Not that one must find it.
Go onward jerking thoughts
Into knowledge.
Know everyone.
Feel there smiles.
Share in perceptions,
Teachings,
Of our species and others.
One should breath deep,
Recalling the abilities,
The pointless moods of childhood,
The raw taste of life.

We must be as bold as a candle flame,
Students of the moment,
Laughs of the one.