Sssadness the anvil of joy

What is that sound and from where
where is that voice that answered,
Sadness that cuts steel
yet somehow my soul has forged,
At the expense of everyone stares
the now cold cauldron of ideas i feel

Sadness so dark so old that lingers,
Sadness from feeling to be the last one
who sees what feels,
Yet somehow this forges my joy and wants
at the expense of joining cold winters
The Deep Peace of Snow i see and feel

What is it? that sound of million singers
where is that sadness that forged joy,
Who is that blissful other me?
Yet somehow that long quest was a mere toy
at the expense of Me I joined the drums and singers,
at the expense of structure I joined the silent sitting
The wall and mat refined my heart and listening
The heat from Ancient Ones forged my joy
The piercing at the arbor found The Other Me.

no more where's ...being so far
no more who's ...to find or fend
no more quests
the biginning is the middle and the end
Clearly here and everywhere love is
has been and will be
hearing, seeing, feeling ...knowing "we are"