Sometimes there comes over me
(In response to known or unknown stimuli)
A certain, restless joy
That makes me want to unbody
My soul and set it free
So that it may jump and skip and see
(In tandem with other souls, maybe)
Of a wordless ecstasy.
A poem from sometime in 2016.
A feeling of this kind is perhaps one of the pinnacles of the human experience. But sometimes – only sometimes – and, usually, oh-so-fleeting.
Note: The use of the word ecstasy – instead of rhapsody, say, or some other word – is deliberate and refers to its very origins.
2. Late Middle English (in ecstasy (sense 2)): from Old French extasie, via late Latin from Greek ekstasis ‘standing outside oneself’, based on ek- ‘out’ + histanai ‘to place’.