What makes you happy in a world gone insane

What forms of knowing lessen your pain

What makes you hopeful amidst conflict and strife

What keeps you from leaving this journey called life

Dear ones I think happy is gone

We left childhood illusions back on the farm

The time we’re devoting to happy’s not cool

Though the word lingers like yesterday’s fool

Happy’s a moment a dot on a line

A smile bursting forth for a moment in time

A place of connection that tickles your heart

A sense of pure knowing conveyed in art

The choice of a mission that makes you whole

Steadfast perseverance for a pure noble goal

Knowing you’re working toward a sweet end

Secure in deep friendship on which you depend

Knowing the real gift is giving and leaving

Engendering laughter fostering believing

Inducing pure joy in the heart mind of others

Voicing concerns of those trapped in druthers

No longer about what you have to do or be

That is the presence of your smaller me

It is about filling up all you can

How do you uplift the family of man

What are the ways you fill others up?

Are there others?

Are your actions guided by the value of contributions you make to others?

Are you maximizing your gifts and the value they provide for others?

What else can you do for dear ones? For others?

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