From “Vacillation”
My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
-W.B. Yeats
Gladsome Lights 
I very, very occasionally have that experience. It’s never related to anything specific — I could just be driving down the road — but I find myself thinking suddenly, “I’m happy.” I can’t say any blazing takes place, but it’s a quiet, satisfying experience.
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This one is exquisite.
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Like shoreacres’s comment above, I too have experienced such occasions. It’s often not related to anything specific, but I realize in that moment “I’m happy.” And I try to savour it. For that joy moment is a most soul satisfying experience. I think it’s what we live for between times.
Thank you, Gretchen, for sharing that lovely poem with us.
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Yes!! Those moments of pure joy are precious.
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