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Joyful Always?

The Magnificent Spirit

The left nut I would give and the gold kitchen sink
To find joy in the moment that lasts all day long.
I hear say there are those who are Joyful Always.
Fettered folk who fall needy should offer them praise.
I shall not show my jealousy. That would be wrong.
Sneaking up on some joy I at all doth bethink.

I have felt awfully happy even while in pain.
The problem is sustaining it more than a while.
Wellbeing means exuberance. Life energy
Flows without interference thus most easily.
How to get there and stay there could fit my profile
If I got rid of thinking that drives me insane.

Depression means life energy has reached a low
Through the cycles recursive of tapes that are played
From the cage of the closed mind. The only way out
Is to know my mortality without a doubt.
In this way I’m reminded of my true crusade.
Pettiness has no path on the way I should go.

 I create what I’m doing in every detail.
Karma means it’s my action. The questions for me
Are: How joyful am I? And how much do I give
Out to others? This is a most wise way to live
For this brief earthly sojourn. I can choose to be
Cognizant of my time here. That way I can’t fail.

What Are Others Thinking Of Me?

A World of Delightful, Imaginative Wonder

Though it matters not at all still I may wonder
What it is people think of me. So, I’m human
And affected by super moons and cosmic waves
And by all the insane things that my body craves.
I’m ok with a friendship and don’t need a plan
To affect my appearance so life can occur.

Temperance is the patience and moderation
Necessary for maintaining healthy balance
About wanting and needing others in our lives.
In complex social structures, the fittest survives.
The death of an old cycle leads to the next chance
To become more acquainted with laughter and fun.

Offerings may come to me. I have a strong sense
That this life is my oyster and I am its pearl.
What comes in then goes outward for all to behold.
Dreams and wishes of popularity unfold
As I watch ever consciously my path unfurl.
I’m at peace with my loving which is quite intense.

People get rather phony with social profiles
That are perfectly polished as if of the gods.
No one’s life is fantastic nor is it the pits.
With a little help from my friends and my keen wits,
I become others’ best thoughts though they are facades
That are yet therapeutic because they bring smiles.

It Is All Happening Now

Eternal Beingness

Something feels great big gobs of relief in knowing
That the only occurrence is spontaneous.
Things just happen as they should or shouldn’t without
Consciousness being present. And yet there’s no doubt
Things continue to function as many discuss
Ways that they can control them because that’s their thing.

Some things get in the way of my thinking clearly.
Knowing full well that that is an oxymoron,
Still I try to break through the illusion of me.
Thoughts and feelings are much of what I seem to be.
Cloudiness leads to conclusions falsely foregone.
Reset I must my consciousness to better see.

Everything is a “happening.” This is groovy!
Time warps are but ideas, but breathing is real
Just as retinal rods and cones processing light.
Fortunately no one trusts me to get that right.
In respectful observance I touch the ideal.
Knowing there’s no observer I’m there completely.

So, there’s no self to speak of. It’s all happening.
All of now is eternal and is everywhere.
Breathing in and out happens as wind moves the clouds
Whether fate shows its favor to protesting crowds.
Nothing is more important than being aware
That distinction exists not. I am everything.

Do I Really Exist?

Questioning Consciousness

Can I transform myself? Can I make myself sane…
Or more loving or unselfish? Is that my wish?
It would seem necessary to be these fine ways
If I am to be nurtured by other folks’ praise.
When I feel I can’t do it, I’m rather sluggish
In pursuit of direction, so I act in vain.

So much says I can’t do it, but I say I can.
Gravity is an odd consequence of time/space.
This aspect makes it seem alien of nature
But indeed how can that be? Earth can but assure
That itself and I are one. I fully embrace
What this is that I’m part of as one humbled man.

Within time and space equal, all that I can do
Can’t be done because I don’t exist in that way –
An ego-separated personality.
An idea based on a fake feeling of me
Is what passes for presence each and every day.
Putting things right is futile in absence of clue.

Things exist that I can and cannot do. That’s fine.
I would pay due respect, here, knowing I’ve no choice.
All that goes on of itself is all part of me…
Which includes all of this earth most naturally.
It and I are a mutually passive voice
With no message specific. Such Being Is Mine.

Emotional Power

Root Force

Powerful are emotions. They drive everything
On the planet, like politics, performing arts,
And the world’s wealth of business. In love people are
With those they haven’t met, and it isn’t bizarre.
Simply it’s human nature to judge with our hearts.
That our feelings control things is not surprising.

   How do I build goodwill and manage perceptions?
It’s a question some ask. It might as well be mine.
What I get for an answer from those who are wise
Is that love can’t be built, yet they’ll kindly advise
That I get folks to love me. Is this asinine?
Or perhaps I’m worthy to be one of those ones.

But this begs the next question. How do I complete
The impossible mission? I’m not a person
One would pay much attention to. How can this change?
Well… It can’t. But my feelings I can rearrange
To the point where I bask in my own world of fun.
I can become someone who is mellow and sweet.

Fall in love with the whole world, and it will love you…
Not at first, but in good time some will come around
And become your disciples or very best friends.
People have their free will, so my loving depends
Not on reciprocation. One can’t be let down
When exuding wellbeing just like a guru.