The Cure For It All
Go gently today, don’t hurry
or think about the next thing. Walk
with the quiet trees, can you believe
how brave they are—how kind? Model your life
after theirs. Blow kisses
at yourself in the mirror
especially when
you think you
joy is feeling
looking upwards
skies enrapture
the sorry self
and its grievance
joy is seeing
looking westwards
social fracture
healing itself
from insurgence
joy is knowing
looking eastwards
proper culture
relieves oneself
from ignorance
joy is seeing
looking outwa
joy is knowing
the best of views
fuels volition
to climb the mount
joy is having
freedom to choose
which obstruction
one must surmount
joy is knowing
hearing the muse
is like drinking
from the youth fount
joy is having
nothing to lose
and yet having
blessings to co
when gloominess
deflects the gale
joy is the wind
that fills the sail
when despair is
tricking the scale
joy is the clue
that tells the tale
when spleen is thick
and hopes are pale
joy is meaning
that lifts the veil
when no reason
can find the trail
joy is compass
though worries hurt
and fears injure
joy yields healing
beyond measure
though gloom has roots
deep in culture
joy at all times
sages nurture
though the reasons
may outnumber
joy is the wealth
wise ones treasure
though the mundane
exerts pressure
joy is accord
with
when the constraints
the spirit faze
joy is a door
out of the maze
when nobody
offers their praise
joy is moving
on anyways
when challenges
the psyche daze
joy is clear sky
after the haze
when upheavals
disrupt the ways
joy is respite
on heavy days
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
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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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