The Joy of Being
The music of the cosmos uplifts the melancholia.
The rhythms of the beating free kidnapped happiness.
Like a wizard's crystal ball seeing inside of the heart.
Traveling to that far place where love needs no ransom.
There is no temptation to sell a soul for shiny beads.
Where loves mission is simple pass it on to all you meet.
The beating begins pounding in the head then silence.
A moment of abidance and the sound of monks chanting.
Illuminating ideas and exciting realizations fill the mind.
A voice says, " the reason for being and the joy of it is one!"
2/23/21
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