Things thought left behind 
Spread their tentacles

Into the present moment 

Making it way too murky

The immediate situation 

Deserving of such joy

Is denied the very pleasure

By residue from the past

Lighting a white candle

Breaking a clear tall glass 

Or burning fragrant incense

May prove worthy rituals

To breech the silken webs

That stretch into the now 

Tending to only tarnish

The gift that it truly is 

When what was a wish

Becomes precisely evident 

Old apprehension rises up

Only to be forcefully dismissed 

When happiness has come

All else must bolster it

And aid in its preservation 

To ensure its endurance 

Be on guard  for those things

Seeping in with sadness 

That have no place anywhere

In mutually exclusive bliss
Ria 2017