when there is fault
at the crossroad
joy is knowing
the cosmic goad
when the ciphers
the wit erode
joy is insight
breaking the code
when through hard work
seeds have been sowed
joy is seeing
blessings bestowed
when there's burden
and a long road
joy is a friend
hal
when there's no vim
the land to till
joy swells the wind
running the mill
when there's no verve
the page to fill
joy lights the spark
moving the quill
when obstacles
challenge the skill
joy marks the path
leading uphill
when restrictions
deter the will
joy is being given
the secret of silence
after the hard lesson
and the heavy penance
joy is being driven
to relay radiance
and this way forgiven
for past indifference
§
𝑰 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔
𝑩𝒚 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕
𝐼 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝐴 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜.
𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛
"Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace
there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly
and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ig
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Rivers of Belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend
I look inside my heart
I loke inside my soul
I promise you
I will return
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