I have waited a long time
For Joy to become an unconditional habit
Perhaps I needed to re-member it slowly.
Joy is entirely up to the individual
Only apparent on their terms & caught up in their constructs.
Joy is the sweet smell just before awakening, maybe yellow
Light honeysuckle air.
I need to pull out my pack of Happies
Smoke them over a coffee
Breathe them into me & again out.
I need Joy to be my default; my go-to on life.
First, I found hope, then faith, then love
Once discovering how to work these lower gears
I get to shift into Joy.
Clocks: damned if I do or don’t
Time has grown slippery
I no longer seem to have a grip
On my days, dripping from the calendar
Like sugar crystallizes & drips from cheap candy.
I hold my calendar with both hands,
Writing with the pen between my teeth.
In memory, time always seems to have
Been wrapped in clingfilm, making me hack
At the packaging to get to the product.
Off Grid: different day
I put away the electronic leashes
Just outside satellite range
Time eeled off the devices, heading for the tall grass.
There needs to be a general Amnesty
For not having the true story all this time
But we promised to remain conscious
If it came down to bread & circus; we swore!
I find pardons each day
I bridge any gaps I find
Between unknowing & learning
I’m better at recognizing what I don’t want to do.
I recognize an initial resistance-reaction to interruptions;
I understand the value of interacting with that, though.
I act to disassemble & set that equation aside.
Releasing the knee-jerk automatic response
Artfully changes the landscape
The future is served by service
“Carpé diem” ended yesterday!
Open up to grace every day
To new choices of health, abundance, re-programming
Get those icons of “fear” & “illness” off the home page
Click on “cosmic”
Double-click “divine love”
Love the line joy is the sweet smell just before awakening…yes..yellow