currency

What is your currency?

What is your natural resource?

Joy!

is infinite

your substrata
is artesian

there is nothing you have to do,
nor can do
to bring it to you

it's very nature
cannot be stopped

you cannot put the sun out!

you cannot squash your Eternal Nature
under a thumb,
for Heaven's sake

be still a moment,
rest,
in
Joy

see
Her Nature

she holds nothing back,
no thing

no one can hide joy,
even the clouds do not hide the sun--
they themselves are illuminated by it!
warmed by it,
evaporated by it,
brilliantly glistening in it's light

laughter is unstoppable,
and we don't want 
to stop it

that's the bottom line,
that clears away all confusion

Joy is
our Love,

joy of all we see,
our brother,
our town,
our clouds,
our birds gliding on air

rest easy now, love,
Joy is your life.
There is no other.

A life of death,
of constriction,
a tourniquet cutting off the flow
is not life

what a crazy cat idea
to think that holding on to
any thing
is Joy!

free falling!

where is the danger
in the Arms of Love?

where is the danger
when you are made of Joy?

nothing can take away
what you are

She just keeps surfacing,
surfacing,
surfacing...

be still
and see
what is the nature
of Joy

and then give all your currency away...
and just watch 
how rich
you are