Analysis of Joyful Rhythms: A Verse of Purposeful Happiness - Part II

Stanza 39:
The harvest moon lights our passage on night walks through frosted fields.  
Her fullest face guides and protects, through her we're revealed.
She spotlights hidden corners, illuminates all once concealed.
Bathed in her glow shadows hold less terror and we stand steeled.  
On this lunar pilgrimage intuitions surface and solidify,
Within her embrace we sense our power, fears and doubts pacified.

Stanza 40:
We bare our hearts and truths at dawn, most fragile time of day.  
When mists still cling to fields and fool stars linger though fading away.  
Words manifest but half-formed, whispered hopes freighted yet astray.   
It feels riskier delving deep in liminal realms ere night gives way.
Yet in first light there is purity, honesty flowing free, uncorrupted.  
Vision undimmed by judgments of others, courage bolstered in sectors uninterrupted.  

Stanza 41:
Steam rises as water transforms, spirit freed by fire.   
Through heat and flame matter is remade, releasing that which no longer serves.    
As old forms dissolve they make way for the new, all improved by risk and burn.   
We offer tea, leaves and herbs transformed to fill empty cups return.   
The gift of warmth we share with loved ones, bonds strengthened as cares we spurn.   
Over this too we alchemize, even agonies to hope we turn.

Stanza 42:
We dance with abandon to beats primeval, gyrating in circles feral.   
The pounding heart of Mother Earth seizes hold from within each sternum.   
We whirl faster transported, ego shed as old skins nocturnal.  
Part human, beast and spirit we cavort under moon's glow diurnal.   
Star sisters in sky flicker and call, we spin encompassing all eternal.  
In trance we embrace the cosmos, briefly one with forces supernal.  

Stanza 43:  
On precipices we linger undaunted, though storms crash and plunder surrounding.  
Winds howl yet we stand firm, resolute as peaks skyward reaching.  
We feel the tempest's full fury, but stillness anchors deep underpinning.   
Chaos swirls but we remain yet, battered but never swaying nor yielding.
We trust storms too must pass, as all conditions transitory unending.   
We patiently abide their hour, through ferocity and rage unbending.

Stanza 44:  
We hold faith when blinded in dark halls, uncertain what lurks ahead.   
With tentative steps we feel our way, hands grazing along cold walls.  
Though each turn seems another trap, we know there must be a door.   
If we falter friends propel us on, their strength lent to conquer weekly spells.  
Guided thus we persist ever onward, despair thwarted and light impels.   
Till finally we emerge delivered, joyful in sunlight as victory knells.  

Stanza 45:
We scatter seeds with abandon, releasing hopes to winds and waters.   
Not knowing what may flourish, but ripe creation's fields still to foster.  
We till the soil patiently preparing it for whatever sprouts unfurl.  
Some seeds will perish mid-germination, or sprout then die still early.  
We accept this loss as part of the process, new cycles churning ceaselessly.  
Barren times make later bounty sweeter, when crops grow dense, diversity burly.  

Stanza 46:  
We chant with drums ancient and venerable, invoking powers aboriginal.   
Rhythms conjure forces invisible, reverberating through flesh and bone corporeal.  
Our bodies resound caverns sheltering spirits, portals to realms ethereal.   
Locks open as we vibrate at frequencies transcendent, ego shell pierced astral.  
On waves of percussion we ride heavenly, unbound by mortal chains terrestrial.  
Exalted thus we sense our infinitude, existence expansive and celestial.  

Stanza 47:  
We sit in quietudes, observing thoughts flow by on streams continuous.   
Untethered they journey to some far sea, we anchor in stillness bodacious.   
Calm eddies within grow wider till everything tranquil and spacious.  
In depths profound truth shines, veils of illusion now gossamer and gracious.  
We marvel at the peace found within, only our radiance left and luminous.   
Merged with divine Self timeless, severances healed joyous.

Stanza 48:   
We bare our naked truths under moon's glow, her beams stripping pretense.  
In darkness we expose our shadows, hidden parts kept behind tense fences.  
As her light touches hitherto buried aspects, love integrates all commences.  
Reunified internally we no longer exile any fragments ambivalent.   
Now bathed wholly in lunar radiance we shimmer proud, joy resplendent.  
Illuminated from within night's embrace, we glow bold, true powers splendid.

Stanza 49:   
We embrace pain as teacher, though lessons brutal and astringent.   
Finding meaning in suffering helps transmute wounds once raw and stringent.   
Though ghost scars may remain they ache less, sentiment now poignant.  
With time and care trauma can alchemize, leaving us wiser and indigent.   
Having touched rock bottom we cherish heights reached more bounteous.   
All experience enriches, even that which pierced us...once consciously embracive.

Stanza 50:  
We welcome aging's stages, each transition unique in its own glory.   
As time writes itself on flesh we stay rooted in our unaging story.   
These vessels weather and change but spirit remains eternal forever more.  
With grace and courage we move through life's phases, wisdom gained in each corridor.  
We walk ahead with patience and trust, knowing there are no dead ends fate has in store.   
No need to cling to fleeting beauty, inner light ever glowing from our core.

Stanza 51:  
Harmonies rouse the spirit, disparate voices blending euphonious.   
Separate melodies swell joining in chorus exalted and sonorous.  
We add our note to the song, feeling connection through music glorious.  
Egos soften as sounds braid together, woven by hands ingenious.  
In symphonic swell all differences dissolve, existence suddenly harmonious.  
United with brothers and sisters through tones and beats mellifluous.

Stanza 52:  
We dance around fires ancient, celebrating cycles of death and rebirth.   
Yule's return fills us with hope, even darkest night gives way to light.   
We hold faith when blinded that dawn will come again post solstice night.  
Darkness makes stars more visible, revealing heavens twinkling bright.  
Shadows are teachers reminding us all things temporal, ever in flight.   
Even stone turns to dust eventually, only spirit lasts beyond life's plight.

Stanza 53:  
Lost in fetal caves we rediscover womb-like comforts primordial and uterine.   
Cocooned in earthly caverns we reconnect through stone's silent wisdom subterranean.   
Sheltered thus from furious elements we turn inward, meditative and serene.   
Enveloped by Gaia we remember our matter-bound divinity terrene.  
We align to deep rhythms comforting in their eternal cadence pristine.   
Reborn we emerge centered again through mineral release...calcite, gypsum and selenite phantasmagoric sheen.

Stanza 54:  
We honor cycles endlessly turning, each phase integral in its season.   
Darkness aids light's return again each morn, death feeds new life with reason.  
Rise and fall of breath's tide, in and out flowing lunation's cadence.   
All moves in rhythms ordained; to this we attune for mind's ease.  
Absolutes dissolve as we embrace each transition with calm patience.   
Seeing life more wholistically in flux fluctuating sans permanence.

Stanza 55:  
We stir primordial cauldrons and chant over steaming brews heady.  
Arcane ingredients obtained from forests and heaths windy.   
Potions concocted on Samhain's power, portals opened liberally.  
Between worlds we now walk freely, consulting spirits lofty.   
In witch's quarters truths ethereal seep through walls steady.  
We commune by firelight with those beyond flesh unready.   

Stanza 56:  
Homeward we fly on shamanic journeys, winged and light in realms empyreal,  
We traverse celestial seas, glimpse heavens and hells beyond earth's veil.  
Past vast galaxies we navigate guided by rhythmic drumming mundane yet regal.  
Worlds without limitation we explore, no distance far or corner forbidden too frail.  
Our silver cords keep us bound safe to mortal selves, else we might decide to set sail   
on astral tides forever roaming, now voyaging beyond planets as foreign crew inhale.  

Stanza 57:
We greet each dawn with outstretched arms, honey gold spilling like mead.  
Light's first rays anoint us afresh with hope, nightmares of darkness recede.  
As sun surmounts horizon all possibility glows, dreams reborn and plant seeds.  
In day's early moments potentials abound, doubts and fears but weeds.   
We set forth with optimism renewed, yesterday's failures conceded.   
Boldly we stride into today's unknown, heart's compass our lead.

Stanza 58:  
We hold faith when forces rage around us, waters churning and air seething.  
Standing stoic like old oaks who have weathered all, resolute trunks still breathing.  
Winds may howl battering ruthless but deep roots below keep us secured.  
Our hearts tremble yet trust in the tempest's import, upheavals endured.   
With strong spirits tempered by time's passage, this too shall pass rest assured.   
We do not cling when lightning strikes, but wait patient for clouds to clear demurred.  

Stanza 59:
Laughter's glow sustains us more than bread, mirth's wine brings cheer unfurled.   
Hearts lift through shared joy and glee, music's touch can ravish the world.  
Smiles shine light into dark days ahead, humor's rays see hopes impearled.   
Friends comfort truer than any coin, wisdom cleaves diamonds once furled.   
Finding meaning in simple delights untold makes spirits buoyed light as a curl.   
Joy's fragrance infuses all with beauty, sorrow's ashes thus forever entombed and curled.

Stanza 60:  
We have walked this winding road before, life's labyrinth cycles familiar refrains.   
The seasons come and go, each unfolding in order ordained.   
Though details may vary, the underlying form remains unchanged.   
Archetypes arise in different cloaks, time's threads woven as fates arranged.   
In this we find comfort, life's mysteries feel less chaotic unchained.  
We hold faith history won't fully repeat, new choices can still rearrange the gyres and coils of time's skeins.

The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author.   So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.   Khublei Shihajar Nguh,  (Dhanewad  )(Thank you )