Lost is the celebration of me,
focusing on just getting things done…
trudging through the task of living,
on a treadmill that goes nowhere,
where is the childlike joy…
where are the things we waited to do,
just for joyful living no more…
committing wholeheartedly comes –
when immersed in doing just for love.
we are mortals of dust
surrounded by ocean of wishes
Opening the Heart,awake of alert presence
beyond superficial reality
shredding misguided ideas creating suffering
Joie de vivre is not finding a new haven,
but enjoying this one….