pieces of joy/ pieces of woe
Let this be prosthetically prophetic:
when you come to me it will be
of goodness and badness:
It will never be
some perfect Heavenland
grounded here in matter
on Earth; that is our impediment.
Yes, it’s there to overcome—
but we cannot attain ‘divinity’:
When I’m with you, we have moments
of Heaven on Earth
the true definition of “happiness;”
it comes in and out like tides (for
some), for others, it zaps
you have to be standing
So I know
coming together we will have both
pieces of joy and pieces of woe.
This doesn’t mean we are not “happy.”
A lot of people take it this way.
A pair of creatures, woodland, running, playing,
would just take it
for what it is.
It’s because we attach this word “happy”
and “unhappy” to things, and it’s simple,
(I don’t know why)
To dismiss it all as -un.
It’s everyone’s fucking expectation of failure.
and also bc happiness comes
in flashes; it is the closest thing to Divinity;
language appointed it/ made it this way.
It makes everything unattainable.
Our expectations have become too high.
If a happiness, I mean happiness—
not contentment, a good daily existence,
and certainly not complacency, the worst
existence (a prison
of self / habit : dead – daily – basis)—
these intermittent flashes and tides of happiness,
mixed w/ an inspired/ contented
self – daily – life
is still not enough:
—-Then you are just stuck.
One must be able to self-inspire
And have the spark of Web-of-Nature:
The Universe’s Brethren
a life of forever;
a feeling of joy that lasts forever, just
-because of that fuzzy definition.
It has not quite
had a finger put on it…
So we think we’re ‘unhappy’
because of linguistics
and a naturally pessimistic
human tendency the majority of us
We’re happy, we just have to remember.
A flash moment (I guess) is
easy to forget.
I know I’m happy with you.
And with myself.
There are so many lightning-
But, that’s the idea.
To collect them like trading cards
and be buffered up all over
‘good’ and ‘bad’
scars of joy—
all of our states of emotions
(our minds) contingent
upon other people’s lives.
through all of this…
I’m ashamed, because we
forget: we think
the Universe means 1 for man,
when really it’s just
And it makes us forget/
from an inclusive love.
If you looked at other creatures—
yes, like I do—you’d
remember the connection
and the way we all live
together: chasing milliseconds of joy,
food and shelter, and the basic relation
of real love
(once you recognize it).
So, my dear, that I love,
when you come to me,
it will be real life:
‘happy’ and ‘unhappy.’
copyright: C. Ward 2016