I Breathe Therefore I'm Happy Poem by Chuy Amante

The end of breath would not rob joy
joy is
at times I swim in it,
other times swim towards it.
IT is always there, what I think and do
is the volume control

When I attach nothing to joy,
it is
when I attach rules for joy,
it is close by or far away

No rules, joy in all its forms.
Love or a need for more love
is all of life, living

be the pebble of joy
splashing in the neutral pond
of living!
ripples, nipples, wet, fun, spreading
happiness, toys, joys, be the honey
on life's wheat toast, life's party host!
Be there, share, care, wear
nothing
be open to all its forms, swarms
no norms, worms? love burns
when you throw joy gas on it!