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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.

Optimism And Buoyancy

Light On One’s Feet

Nothing can put me down. I be flying so high
Anyone who would catch me would be up here too
So they’d soon lose the interest and fly along.
At this wonderful altitude nothing is wrong.
I see overall patterns at this upper view.
This I would recommend. Why not give it a try?

I get special attention as I play the part
As my own one and only abundant with pride.
Luck is always a friend who I’m willing to trust.
Sometimes blues can defeat me. To go on I must!
On the whole, there’s a bundle of joy deep inside
Where the innermost selfhood connects to the heart.

Optimism And Buoyancy are but a clue
And a crisp observation of high energy.
How does one get excited simply for its sake?
Any way that one has to, just so it ain’t fake.
We’re not just human doings; we came here To Be.
Always feel the excitement and look for what’s new.

Inner growth and expansiveness are my defense
Against would be attackers. I know not of harm.
I am safe in this village where all must belong.
When divided, we’re weak; when united, we’re strong.
All it takes is a miracle of an alarm
To awaken the artist to high moral sense.

Fun Filled Flavors Of Time

TheMagicRealist.com

It’s a good life! The moral revealed at the end
Of the old classic movie is reemphasized
In the smile in a short while, or falling in love
With the wonder of Being. The sunshine above
Wraps me warm with its freshness. To it I am prized.
What dessert made in heaven would I recommend?

 It’s a romp through a funhouse of utter delight.
Every sight that beholds me, and I it, reveals
Everything that is wonderful. Does nature rhyme
With all that I’ve become and in such little time?
I am confident that I don’t need training wheels.
From my viewpoint, I see that my future is bright.

Time tastes funny to me, and sometimes it is sweet.
I have not lived life long enough to harbor doubt
That the goodness in this world is bigger than bad.
Nothing much about my life can make me feel sad.
I atone on my own with no ego to tout.
My digesting is joyful, and life is a treat.