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