
joy is feeling
looking upwards
skies enrapture
the sorry self
and its grievance
joy is seeing
looking westwards
social fracture
healing itself
from insurgence
joy is knowing
looking eastwards
proper culture
relieves oneself
from ignorance
joy is seeing
looking outwa

joy is knowing
the best of views
fuels volition
to climb the mount
joy is having
freedom to choose
which obstruction
one must surmount
joy is knowing
hearing the muse
is like drinking
from the youth fount
joy is having
nothing to lose
and yet having
blessings to co

when gloominess
deflects the gale
joy is the wind
that fills the sail
when despair is
tricking the scale
joy is the clue
that tells the tale
when spleen is thick
and hopes are pale
joy is meaning
that lifts the veil
when no reason
can find the trail
joy is compass

though worries hurt
and fears injure
joy yields healing
beyond measure
though gloom has roots
deep in culture
joy at all times
sages nurture
though the reasons
may outnumber
joy is the wealth
wise ones treasure
though the mundane
exerts pressure
joy is accord
with

when the constraints
the spirit faze
joy is a door
out of the maze
when nobody
offers their praise
joy is moving
on anyways
when challenges
the psyche daze
joy is clear sky
after the haze
when upheavals
disrupt the ways
joy is respite
on heavy days

when there is fault
at the crossroad
joy is knowing
the cosmic goad
when the ciphers
the wit erode
joy is insight
breaking the code
when through hard work
seeds have been sowed
joy is seeing
blessings bestowed
when there's burden
and a long road
joy is a friend
hal

when there's no vim
the land to till
joy swells the wind
running the mill
when there's no verve
the page to fill
joy lights the spark
moving the quill
when obstacles
challenge the skill
joy marks the path
leading uphill
when restrictions
deter the w

joy is being given
the secret of silence
after the hard lesson
and the heavy penance
joy is being driven
to relay radiance
and this way forgiven
for past indifference
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(« God, suspended in the clouds, creates light. » by Thomas de Leu)
what was there left to do
standing at the summit
but to reach for the sky
up above infinite
what was there left to do
at the edge of the land
but to keep on going
and defy gravity
what
by April Bender
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I wrote this for my husband and felt compelled to share--because as players in an infinite play, I am certain we feel this love universally for one another. Much love to you in this moment :)
With my vision--
not those I hold with my eyes
but with my h
Finally got this thing finished! Will be of particular interest to folks here, as it deals with a deep Karmic question which manifests itself above, as well as below :)
Blessings <3
Occasionally I stumble
across a cosmic crossroads,
existence shows me something
that changes all direction.
Giving my soul a wake-up call
from some part of the universe,
working through some other part,
showing so much love.
I find some extraordinary
piece of
Aware you never were not,
feeling in your heart was never absent,
living fever in your soul was ever clearing you.
What thing lives in the universe without feeling,
what could it feel like
to not be you?
All the masses who's adulation you deserve
still muck
I could write a whole book for you,
but what would that change?
Ask the sweet night air whether it cares
if it was changed by the movement of a dancer.
I can't ignore all these thunder claps,
this longing in me that just grows louder.
All my attachments and passions expressed
in the simple roar of a vacuum being filled.

(« Glass of Beer and Playing Cards » by Juan Gris)
everyday was the same
but she wouldn't notice
oblivious to the game
that had become practice
well, many times she had
but she couldn't stand it
it always felt so bad
better to deny it
rising up as a ghost
toi
You open the gateway of my heart, even though
you don't know where it is, or how it opens.
Understand yourself as an aspect of enlightenment:
Completely effortless, yet infinitely powerful.