pleasure … leisure … treasure

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I’m still half asleep, but a lonely zafu is beckoning.

The tiny sanctuary is already bright with sunbeams;
the candle flame is bold and unwavering.

Incense trails wander lazily through the air
crossing paths with dozens of tiny dancing rainbows
thrown out by a slowly spinning window crystal.

Outside the birds are in full shout,
busy about the business of birding.

What a treasure, to find such languid leisure
in the pleasure of now!

~

Suddenly I notice that these three words share a common component: pleasure, leisure, treasure.
They all end with ‘-sure.’  And that makes me think of surety.

What is the ultimate surety?

~

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