Mira's cure for sadness: reach out and touch Reality

I know a cure for sadness:   

Let your hands touch something that

makes your eyes

smile.

I bet there are a hundred objects close by

that can do that

Look at

beauty's gift to us----

her power is so great she enlivens

the earth, the sky, our

soul

Mira

To feel sad is not bad, it's just...

there is no law against
feeling sad
feeling bad

and then we walk outside
and the sky doesn't feel
bad
how is that

and the sun,
no matter how many clouds behind
which it is hidden
doesn't feel bad
and
why is that?

and the birds seem to sing each
day
without complaint

and still
feeling sad is no crime

it's just time
we are choosing to spend
that way?

there is a message of course,
several
many:

who is the one feeling sad?

is that the really really you?

what is the sad story
and is it true?

and true to whom?
to the real you that is like the bird
and sky
and stars
and rain
and trees

or the ????? one
who is a collection a rag tag conglomerate
of fables and shoulds and shouldn'ts and this is
how others see me
and this is what I've told myself I am

and
meanwhile the
birds sing

and our hearts beat
and our lungs breathe
and the gravity of the situation
holds us from flying off into space

which is what it can feel like
when the story disappears

we float
we rise about "it"
and
the pretend chains
that our words and minds embrace

and then a bit of stillness
and
....
poof

no more sadness

and not because we wished or pushed
(or affirmed) it away

we just stopped the tie
to its fuel

and all that was left
was
now

and now
was so big and bright

is so big and bright

that we shine huge
vast
unknown
and peaceful

like the stars
in the night

Sometimes we anger, sometimes we sad

Sometimes we charge
up and anger our world

sometimes we slump in
and sad-ify the whole joint

Not fun, either one

And we usually gots someone else
to blame

And hey, that's a shame,
play this game:

Go now time
go present

sense the this and that in your body
about the anger or about the sad

where is they live?
how big?
what are they clamping in on?
what would happen if you made them WORSE?

What if you sensed arms and legs
and spine as a basket for them?

And breathed into these sensations?

And looked out at the big beautiful world?

And forget about having or getting rid
of these "feelings"

Just experience them
And light
and breathing
and your whole body
and the smaller place of the anger/ sad oowie inside us constriction

and dig on that

just experience
your life
with some anger some sad sensations
and then all this rest
of you:

breathing
a world to look at
sounds too, by zounds
and the skeleton and your awarness
and pelvis and legs arms
and the head up high
and the Big Knowing:
I AM ALIVE

it's a lot

hey yes
it's you
it's a miracle

enjoy

that's right

enjoy even anger or sad making
because in this bigger now
you've come to
not so big a deal

nah,
not so big a deal