Pure joy

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have you known
pure joy?
I did not, until
worries wafted away
desires deserted me
hopes leapt around fears
and both went up in thin air
Nothing was left to think
and it was pure joy
to breathe in pure air
and breathe out
Everything was singingly
beautiful
and all was on song. 

Thoughts branching out...

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That endless babble of the mind
and the ceaseless spinning of thoughts
'I want this and I don't want that....'
Everything branches out of the ME
Everything unreal, illusionary
the only real thing is the body
and its yearnings.