Growing

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So nice to be resting
your head
against a solid 
yet supple support
that never stops 
reaching for the skies.
Growing without
stunting others
without casting
a shade over others
and yet receiving
everything with grace.
I have no hesitation
no inhibition
to let joy come to me
into me and
out of me.
Joy is growing.

Passions ...9

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It's liberating 
to take a stand
not for or against
but just the stand
of owning oneself
and all of one's passions.
The shame and the guilt
all drop off 
at once
and you want to share
the joy of
breathing freely.
Calling out to the world
come ye, join me
with free hands
and spirits.
Only those with 
hands free
can extend 
a hand in friendship.

Passions...

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They kept boiling 
for lengths of time
inside me
and I couldn't
put my finger on it.
My insides were
bubbling and then
they screamed
and wanted to
step out and take
the world in their arms
not knowing what lay ahead.
Then you stepped up
and we went on a swing
touching skies
and diving deep into
the ocean's treasure
and I was lost
in the explosion of joy.
Nothing now remains
to do except
gather the moments 
like pearls, precious
and shining.
For ever.

Simply to....3

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Join me if you want to
breathe freely
and let us keep light
the weight of our expectations
from each other
so that we walk
with the spring in our step
and not the string 
in the other's hand.
And let the words flow
naturally 
to express joy and
not direction
for where there is 
judgment
there follows
on its heels
resentment.
So let us walk 
and talk the language
of joy and simplicity.

Colour of joy.....1

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Light fills the air
as spring steps in
with its fragrance
I want to fill myself
with it
in every pore
leaves rustle in the breeze
the joy of simply
being alive
fills everything
around and inside
me.
Then I see the bright
yellow of the leaves
everywhere and 
realise
joy too has a colour.

Sheer Joy

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Not wanting things
not dreaming wild
Just living 
the sheer moment.
Not clinging to
memories sweet
recalling the 
caresses
just loving
the sheer moment.
Not ashamed
to seek pleasure
not guilty
of seeking happiness
just lapping
the sheer moment.
Not afraid
to flex the flesh
nor scared to
scoop joy
just lobbing
the sheer moment.

Stillness....

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Not sure
what and how
I got drawn
to the still waters.
It could be 
the turbulence
within or
memories of peace
long lost.
And here I am
entering the stillness
or rather
allowing stillness
to enter and slowly
spread silently.
Trying to do
and doing -
both are not done
here as
the Will brings
Ego and
stillness is when 
both subside making 
way 
for what is
simply
and truly
joyous.

Fair Trails 3

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I am bowled over
by the space
there is for
the tiniest of
flowers.
Their beauty
infinite
fills up
their existence
momentary.
Like love
that expands
mind infinitely
but just for 
a moment.
And in that moment
are all the seeds
sown
of creation.
I am overcome
by that ecstatic joy
of union
just as the flowers
look at me
so lovingly.

Couldn't have asked for....

Couldn't have asked for more

can't even contain all I got

My heart is full

My soul is light and on a wing

My flesh is on fire

the joy overflows my being

taking me with it

to shores yonder

to clouds undreamt of

to heights unreachable.

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. 

It isn't always

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It isn't always
that life passes by
and you aren't able to
catch what it has gifted
you.
Life is gushing
all over me
I am in a whirl
Memories shoot up
to dock with
fantasies in outer space
Sparks light up
inner recesses
of my heart and body
I am turning into
a ball of energy
bouncing off
nothing but the space
filled with a nameless
joy.

Pristine

I feel
nothing
should come between
me and pure joy;
my fullness has
this pristine quality
that I am the original
Eve when
there was no original
sin.