Joyful Rhythms: A Verse of Purposeful Happiness - Part I

Stanza 1:
With purposeful steps we march ahead, seeking joy in each moment,
Not waiting for happiness to find us, but chasing it with abandon,
Like explorers in jungles unknown, blazing trails towards the light,
We venture forth, maps cast aside, inner compasses our guide.
Our laughter rings out joyfully, scattering shadows of gloom,
Each breath we take fills us with life, our hearts begin to bloom.

Stanza 2:
Awake with the rising sun, its brilliance fills us with hope,
The dawn of a new day, blank pages ready for us to scope,
Possibilities overflow, goals written in skies infinite.
We set forth on new adventures, spirits buoyed, energized.  
The world awaits discovery, secrets whispering to be found.
We march ahead with purpose, bliss in each step we take, unbound.

Stanza 3:
Like intrepid travelers seeking far horizons and vistas grand,
We explore wondrous landscapes, treasures hidden across the land.
With every step we grow and learn, perspectives shift and transform.  
Hardships faced temper our spirits, every challenge shapes and informs.
Through darkest nights we persevere, keeping our inner spark aglow.
We welcome each new dawn gratefully, stronger from all we undergo.

Stanza 4:
In verdant forests we find solace, ancient trees comfort and soothe.
Birdsong fills us with melody, sunlight dappling through the leaves.
By trickling streams we meditate, water's wisdom flowing through us.  
We breathe deep the crisp, clean air, a tonic for body, mind and soul.
Surrounded by nature's sanctum, our inner turmoil calms and slows.
We are reminded of life's cycles, death feeding new growth as seasons roll.

Stanza 5:
On craggy cliffs we stand tall, winds buffeting without cease,
The tempest crashes around us, but we remain firm as mountain peaks.
We feel unbreakable, indestructible, hardened by adversity faced.
Yet we know too that rocks erode, dissolve and change with time's embrace.   
Impermanence is guaranteed, but we can choose how to move through each space.
With courage we walk the path ahead, come what may, we shall not be erased.   

Stanza 6:
In shadowed valleys we linger not but continue ascending skyward.
On bright plateaus we pause and breathe, taking in all we've conquered.  
Each vista widens our perspective, new worlds revealed in every range.
We set forth again with renewed vigor, eager for what's left to discover.   
By reflecting on where we started and how far we've already sojourned,  
We gain strength for the road ahead, knowing more glories await undiscerned.

Stanza 7:  
Like trickling raindrops joining together gathering force as they flow,
Our efforts combine and compound, momentum builds as we go.
Alone a single drop easily evaporates under harsh sunlight.
But united streams carve their mark, nourishing life in their might.
We draw strength from community, rejuvenate with camaraderie.  
The load feels lighter shared with others, together we face each challenge free.

Stanza 8:
A symphony needs many players, each one unique with a part to bring.
As melodies fuse something greater emerges, the whole far more than each thing.
We cheer each other on, lift each other up, know we're stronger united.
Even dissonant voices deserve to be heard, forming a chorus unbridled.  
With compassion we make space for all, celebrate our quirks universal.
Our differences make the music richer, all essential to craft the final chorale.  

Stanza 9:
We dance with abandon under starry skies, feet beating rhythyms primal.
Unleashing our spirits untamed, alive with energy elemental.
Night envelops in her velvet cloak, the moon glows overhead like a lamp.
Joining hands we twirl in revelry, with nature's magic our nighttime camp.   
As dawn approaches we rest, sleeping under old trees wrapped in their calm.
When we wake we rise renewed, eager for the next adventure life offers from her palm.

Stanza 10:
Each dawn brings opportunity fresh, a chance to stretch and grow.
By planting seeds with care and intent, our gardens bloom and flow.
Progress can seem slow at first, brief sprouts easily trod underfoot.
But nurtured gently, seedlings strengthen becoming deeply rooted.  
If storms arrive battering tender shoots, we shield them from too harsh a route.
Then marvel later at sturdy trunks, our patience and perseverance bearing fruit.  

Stanza 11:
A caterpillar cannot see its glory as a butterfly unfolding.  
It simply trusts the call to change, its inner wisdom gently goading.
So too we walk blindly at times, uncertain of where paths are guiding.   
Yet we continue transforming, our future brilliance slowly unhiding.
Each change brings us closer to joy, our true nature waits under the surface.
With faith we shed each outgrown skin, emergence of our power a process.

Stanza 12:  
The ocean beckons us with her song, waves dancing rhythms hypnotic.
We wade in slowly, savoring the caress of waters cool and tonic.  
Deeper we delve till our feet no longer touch the sandy bottom.
We float, weightless, worries washed away by rolling surf aquamarine.
The horizon blends sea and sky, we are but small dots in the scene.  
Cradled by the lulling tides, we are reminded all is as it should be.
   
Stanza 13:   
In flowered meadows we pause and breathe, soft grasses soothing the soul.
Bees busy in attendance, sun-kissed petals inspire and console.  
The sweet perfume of possibility perfumes the gentle breeze.
All that has wilted and weathered now nourishes new growth with ease.
We center ourselves in the now, no dwelling in distant pasts or futures.
The fullness of the present moment is gift enough, we ask nothing further.

Stanza 14:  
Morning dew shimmers like scattered diamonds, repositories of light.
We gather their luminous offerings, anointing skin in benediction.  
Water and light mixed awakens and cleanses both body and spirt.  
We enter the day's adventure renewed, all obstacles easy to surmount.  
The trials ahead appear smoother, each step infused now with bright fervor.  
Fortified thus, we stride forth boldly, dew's blessings empowering endeavor.

Stanza 15:
The call of the wild sings out to us, primordial and untamed.  
We yearn to run unfettered, as creatures of forest and glade.  
Shedding the skin of domestication, the masks we wear fade.   
We tap once more into instinct pure, desires and impulses caged.  
Like wolves under moon's spell we howl, mysterious energies engaged.
With senses heightened we roam free, for a time fully primal and unleashed.

Stanza 16:
Starlight guides our passage as we move through darkened terrains.   
The cosmos stretches eternal above us, distant orbs in strange arrays.  
We feel small yet connected to vastness, infinities our minds can't contain.  
But senses now sheltered and narrowed help us navigate earthly domains.  
If lost we look up for direction, orienting to constellations unchanged.
The heavens remind us of our true nature, eternal spirits briefly estranged.  

Stanza 17:
We breathe deep the wisdom of ancients, truths carried on mountain winds.  
In caverns and canyons they whisper, in deserts and tundras sing.  
We listen close to their teachings, reminders of what time erodes and dims.   
Traditions dating to antiquity, from those who walked earth before.   
In sweat lodges we cleanse what no longer serves, chant ordained chants days of yore.
We emerge grounded again in source, our paths clearly lit as we walk Earth's floor.  

Stanza 18:
Laughter cures many wounds, its echoes ripple out ringing.    
Mirth is contagious, soon infecting even the most morose.  
The heaviest spirits begin lifting through giggles unbridling.   
Humor dissolves tension swiftly, like sunlight parting rainclouds.   
We clasp hands with friends and just laugh, sides aching till eyes water.   
The present moment glistens more brightly, joy bombarding each dreary thought.

Stanza 19:  
We greet the new morn with song, harmonies merging in celebration.  
Voices joining in chorus, notes soaring in orchestrated jubilation.  
All parts fuse into one symphony, differences fall aside.
Only the music remains, transcendent and sanctified.  
In those moments we are part of the divine, separate no more.
One with the eternal song, our spirits alight and souls outpour.  

Stanza 20:
We nourish our bodies with gifts of the earth, her bounty offered forth.  
Fruits and vegetables brimming with life force, lean protein to fuel endeavor's worth.  
Simple fare prepared with mindfulness and gratitude sustains and upholds.  
We partake in communion, time slowing, all else falling away to merely behold.  
Through nourishment we honor cycles eternal, death and decay bringing new birth.  
In this Moment we fully inhabit our flesh, anchoring spirit in bones, blood and earth.

Stanza 21:
With brush in hand we paint our dreams, visions spilling on canvas vast.
Lines and colors convey wordless truths, illuminating realms long passed.
We translate ephemeral whispers into tangible form with each stroke.  
Revelations take shape through our hands, ancient archetypes evoke.  
We step back, contemplating created worlds that mirror truths inside.
Art distills experience into essence, vessels for energies to abide.

Stanza 22:  
We write and rewrite the stories of our lives, editors of our fates.
With pen in hand we turn each page, imagined futures create.
Blank books stretched before us, anything possible to inscribe.  
Past chapters closed, lessons gleaned to help us now realign.  
As authors we imbue each line with wisdom hard earned from falls.  
We craft the hero's journey, victors emerging through pits and walls.

Stanza 23:   
Our journals confess secrets to white pages that do not judge or chide.  
Crammed closets of the soul emptied into bound books we confide.
No need for facade or pretense, only raw honesty laid bare.   
We write til hands cramp, spilling pains and joys that ache to share.  
Catharsis flows, turbulent seas calmed through steady streams.  
Putting words to experience makes sense of lives' tangled dreams.

Stanza 24:  
We meditate in stillness, observing thoughts flow by, leaves on a stream.   
The present moment sharpens into focus, an anchor in place serene.
We watch each rise and fall of breath, calm rhythms that tranquilize.  
Racing mind settles into quietude, inner chatter tranquillized.  
In silence we connect to our vastness, spirit housed in flesh finite.   
We touch the eternal within us, knowing this too shall pass in time.  

Stanza 25:  
We chant ancient mantras invoking forces unseen, energies concealed.  
Sacred syllables unlock portals to other realms, truths long unrevealed.  
Mystic phrases clear pathways to our depths, access truth beneath lies.   
Like miners we dig to inner bedrock, chipping away all that vies.
We unearth our essence in secret caverns, hidden treasures inside.  
Mantras return us to our divinity, all illusion and ego cast aside.  

Stanza 26:  
We have walked this path before, cycles repeating 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, threads woven as fates arranged.  
In this we find comfort, life's mysteries feel less chaotic and deranged.  
We hold faith history won't fully repeat, new choices can still be made.

Stanza 27:   
Labyrinths ground us in ancient patterns, guiding inward then back out.  
In meditative walk we trace timeless spirals round and round about.   
By returning to center we orient once more to inner light.  
Detours and false steps are corrected, illumination re-ignites.   
On this introspective journey we confront our shadows face to face.  
Then emerging renewed to glow bright, darkness integrated with grace.  

Stanza 28:  
We open our hearts and doors to friends, bonds of love make spirits soar.  
Kindred souls offer reflections we can't generate on our own shore.   
In community we find new strengths, allies to hold us up when we're poor.  
No need to walk alone anymore in the dark nights of the soul.  
We have shoulders to lean on now, hands to hold firmly when we stumble.  
We realize just how strong we can be, amplified through each other's light humble.

Stanza 29:  
We listen deeply to wise ones, truth-sayers who have walked ahead.  
Their hard-won knowledge helps guide us around the next river bend.  
We needn't start from scratch each time, reinventing the wheel needless.  
We stand on others' broad shoulders, seeing farther as we progress.  
With humility we accept direction, checking pride at the door.  
Then integrating lessons with self-wisdom, we add and soar even more.

Stanza 30:
We speak our truths even when voices tremble, quaking in their first airing.   
At first whispers can barely be discerned, gently coaxed to surface barely daring.
But once broached they flow forth a torrent, passions building to a crescendo.  
Pent-up waters surge uncontained, powerful tides their repression end.   
We ride this wave of revelation, letting it carry us where it flows in convoy.  
Exposing our deepest truths liberates and connects us, bridges built to joy.

Stanza 31:   
The moon smiles down benevolently, shepherding dreams to waking minds.  
Her glowing face illuminates inward realms, epiphanies under moonlight finds.   
Lunar energies open portals to magical kingdoms, mists veiling separating lines.   
We walk between worlds freely at her command, all polarities aligned.  
Night blooms unfold their secrets under her gaze, her power draws forth the divine.  
We channel moon's mysterious force, dancing in dreaming realms as they entwine.

Stanza 32:  
We surrender to the wisdom of trees, standing strong through centuries long.
Their roots hold firm anchoring below, branches reach for light above.  
They bend with the winds but don't break, resilient in the face of life's storms.
Each furrow and hollow holds memory, lessons of adaption transform.  
In their tranquil strength we find respite, the wheeling world retreats beyond.  
We partake of timeless perspective, our frenetic existence slowing to pond.  

Stanza 33:
Tingsha bells resound announcing meditation's commencement.
We focus on vibrations as they fade, all thought and motion cessation.   
Attuning to silence we journey inwards, ego's clamor dimmed.  
Without words truth unfolds effortless, revealed beyond mind's din.   
We emerge centered and spacious, aligned to our vastness again.  
Those first notes still echo, beckoning return to tranquility within.  

Stanza 34:  
The call of the wild sings out to us, untamed lifeforces arise.    
Animal spirits course through our veins, instinctual passions we've denied.  
Shadowy impulses surface from depths primordial and strange.  
By acknowledging their existence we integrate them with balance.  
Parts of ourselves long disowned are welcomed home again.  
United inwardly we walk ahead whole, light and dark energies blend.  

Stanza 35:   
Solitary trees bend and creak speaking in languages wordless.  
We pause and listen closely, communing beyond realms verbal.   
In moments of stillness they share timeless teachings, truths endless.  
As transient leaves in autumn they remind us of life's fleeting span.  
Yet also of seasons' cycles, death always giving rebirth again.  
We wander contemplative in nature's halls, perspective expanded.

Stanza 36:  
The night sky is our cathedral, lit from within by starfire.  
Stretching into infinities unknown its darkness yet inspires.  
We feel small yet connected to vastness, cosmos our true sire.  
If lost we look up for direction, guided by constellations higher.  
In night walks we release the days' trifles, gazing outward tires.  
Majesty above resets perspective, reminds us we never walk without luminescent choirs.

Stanza 37:
Campfires connect us to ancestral flames, beacons binding pasts.  
We tend the fire gratefully, scouring deadwood from forests vast.   
As sparks rise upwards joining stars we know life's deep contrasts.   
All returns to void eventually, even stone to dust amassed.  
In the hearth's glow we find fellowship, Death's shadow no longer casts.  
We dance joyful with loved ones around flames, making memories long to last.

Stanza 38:  
We slice fruits and vegetables mindfully, daggers glinting in dawn's light.  
 Their ripeness sustains us, we waste not these precious gifts from sun's might.  
In communion we break bread, valuing the sanctity of life each bite.   
This sacrament grounds us in the moment, all else fades from sight.  
Through nourishment we honor the web, cycles between death and birth's flight.
We leave only seeds and rinds behind, completing the cycle's rite.









   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 )