A field of joy

In every moment there is this connection, sensed or not, within which our consciousness drifts, not knowing where it has come from, what it is, or where it is going, clinging to the familiar, as though that provides meaning. And yet there is purpose, as life unfolds from an unawareness of its unawareness into an awareness of its unawareness, and then venturing into a field of joy.
And though the ego may shout "What about me?" if it would only still itself, it would hear the universe whispering back "There is so much to enjoy".
 When we recognise that our thoughts are only our thoughts, our emotions are only our emotions and our obsessions are only obsessions, we may be willing to surrender them in the search for something more than being this little self, lovely as that may be.
So let it go. Yes, that and that. And when it is all gone, there You are.