joy, my always choice

by walterdoege

my daily trial to sense joy…to be joyous…perhaps the hardest part of a party…the joy is not happiness…as in my experience…pain and joy resembles two wings of a tender bird…pain is honest and spontaneous, as joy is…no pretending!…being honest, my daily trial, emotional honest, is sense joy even when all is fallen…from the bricks of fallen things, I build new builts, new bridges to meet you in the middle…when I meet you, I meet a part of mine…me and you are wings of a lovely flight…roll on love river…roll on loving road…I go with the flow…of the river strenght and direction…I don’t know towhere I’m going, but love is ahead…I am trustful in human goodness…I sense my goodness…I share my lovely writings…no purpose, but just love…just stay alive in…joyous…joy is some strong drive…some unwrittable issue…but I write…I keep writing…not just because i feel a writer, but writing is my way to share my life, my woes, my dreams, my good wills…i let river flow of love release my loveliness…no shyne…no guilt…and if even guilt come up, I stay close to joy…as my inner child plays joyously at the beach in this summertime…I share my phrases like a child playing…some metaphoric, but so real…i surf through reading, sensing walkings, sensing dives…into the realm of love…I don’t know what love is…I can see the tender little bird getting a tender little bit of life…the wing of death, the wing of birth…that bird flying and endless flight all trhough the sensing life…roll, loving road, roll…I fall down the road…the love ahead…leading me to peaceful and free loveliness…just choice the joy…so simple…so hard…joy is so precious fragrance of life and love…another bird…flying near river…roll, loving river, roll…love is always ahead…keep on living…keep on loving…this is our home…our common daily bread…my writing is folk writing…the only scholar writing that makes matter…roll, loving river, road…love ahead guide us