High on Happiness

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Make Merry, Oh Children of the Earth, and lift your glasses high.   The King has come!  The King has come!  And His glory paints the sky.

We, the ivy, sing now our songs of delight in eternal life.  We bid you sing along with us, to play your drums and fife.

Oh, sing of friendship and fortune, of peace spread over the earth.  Sing in jubilation for the Sky God’s wondrous birth.

Bring on your feasts and light your lights, and let your hearts rejoice.  The Sun behind the sun is here!  Lend happiness your voice.

Make this day a festival!  Be led by joy and mirth!  The King has come, and is pouring his love over all who dwell on earth.

Whatever you have become, wherever you may be, I send you wishes, my child, on the wind.

May your days be filled with discovery and gladness.  May you walk with fine companions down smooth and sunlit roads.

May your heart be filled with hope and celebration.  May your laughter fill the skies.

May you find comfort for any pain, healing for any hurt, peace for any turmoil that may ruffle your soul.

May you continue to be playful and kind, and to brighten the spirits of all who surround you.

May you revel in adventure, and rest on sandy shores beneath a setting sun.

May beauty surround you; may goodness and truth be yours.

May you know that you will live in my heart forever, and will be forever loved.

Deck the boughs with balls so jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Bring the cheer on!  Yes, by golly!
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Of the love that lasts forever
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

The majesty of the Yes flows forth, unrolling the heavens, spangling them with sparkling joy.   It sweeps the face of space and galaxy after galaxy appears, shimmering with its light.  Worlds tumble into being. Layer after layer it fills the void with unfathomable dreams.  It laughs and mankind appears and starfish and flowers, and its love enfolds every species and all their members in its tenderness forever.

The Yes is flowing forth, and heavens and nature sing.  On this day, on this planet, all of nature sings.

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Until the sun no longer shines in the sky and the earth no longer spins, grace will fall.

It will usher the last leaf from the last tree, wash the last wave to the last shore, and kiss the last eyelid as it closes.

Endings are not its business.  To grace, they are nothing more than turnings in time.  They carry neither the sadness nor that finality that accompanies them in human dreams.

Grace falls, wrapping all things in its tenderness, simply because it is the outer edge of love’s constant whisper.   It welcomes all things into being.  It carries them beyond time’s end.

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Past what we know, beyond the measurable edges of things, the Watchers dwell, enfolding all they observe in their love.

Nothing escapes their notice.  The rising and falling, the coming in and going out of things, all that occurs within time and all that transcends it stretches beneath their gaze.

They see the patterns; they comprehend the meanings.  Every movement matters and is a part of Being’s bliss and is always fresh and new.

And they take it all in, and it adds to their joy as it unfolds and unfolds and unfolds.

“Peace,” the milkweed murmured to the seeds that had grown within her.  “Gratitude, appreciation, joy.”

It was a secret that she had learned from her own mother: Seeds grow stronger and more beautifully when they’re nurtured and sent forth with love.

“Enthusiasm, faith, delight,” she chanted.

She felt the morning sun warming them.  She wrapped each one in her pride and in her fervent wishes for its happiness.  The moment for their departure, she knew,  was near.

“Have courage, wisdom, and kindness, my children,” she whispered.  “Playfulness, service, learning, hope.”

She saw the distant treetops dancing in the breeze and laughed quietly at the way the little seeds were wiggling in excitement.

“Serenity, happiness, and health, my darlings,” she sang, as the breeze danced in and carried them away.  “Have fun, sweet ones,” she called as they drifted into the sunlight.  “Always, always, I love you.”

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What a ragtag bag!  What a roller coaster ride!

The way the soft and the thorns, the colors and the curves, the crookeds and the straights go sliding over the lickety-split hours the way they do, why you just never know what’s coming next.

One minute you’re licking your lips, drinking in the juice, the next you’re wiping dust from your knees and wondering how you’ll make it ‘til tomorrow.

And all the while, life just keeps laughing and holding you in its big old arms.

“It will be all right, child,” it croons in its deep bass voice.  “It’s gonna turn out finer than your biggest dreams.”

And it rocks you, chuckling way down inside itself somewhere, all merry like.  And you feel its warmth, all golden, like honey, wrapping itself around you and bathing you in its love.

The drum beat of the Great Cosmic Heart throbs out to the furthermost places.  It sets whole nebulae in motion and swirls space with its oscillating stars.

Nothing escapes its tenderness.  It penetrates everything with the force of its desire.

It quivers on iridescent wings and pulses through delicate petals.  And all things ache with the beauty of its sound and long to follow it home.

So we dance wearing gowns of electrons to the beat of its resonant call, alive with its power, surrendered to its passion, drowned in the grace of its love.

There’s nothing shy about summer, no sir.  Summer is serious fervor, man.  She’s giving it all she’s got, pouring it on.  There’s no half way for her.

She’s pumping out the juice, turning up the color, playing her jazz with a downright holy zeal.  She’s blazing her heat and rolling her thunder and there’s absolutely nowhere you can hide.

She’s all about life, spitting it out, raising it to fullness, seeing that it carries on.  Even her dreamy days are lush and rich with passion.  They catch you in their spell and just won’t let you go.

She’ll test your metal, brother, see what kind of stamina you’ve got.  You have to be worthy, you know, to take that kind of loving.