Hallelujah!

More than ever knowing there was, or was not, a God - I always knew the truth of the song below:

Somehow I always knew that "joy" was THE thing - the only "real" thing and my life was a continual search for the "permanency" of such an experience.  Then Zen did its magic and the optic illusion of life flipped its flop and "joy" appeared as ground of being.  

Psalm 100King James Version (KJV)

100 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.

2 Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

3 Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

5 For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

Or as another translation puts it:

Psalm 100The Message (MSG)

A Thanksgiving Psalm

100 1-2 On your feet now—applaud God!
    Bring a gift of laughter,
    sing yourselves into his presence.

3 Know this: God is God, and God, God.
    He made us; we didn’t make him.
    We’re his people, his well-tended sheep.

4 Enter with the password: “Thank you!”
    Make yourselves at home, talking praise.
    Thank him. Worship him.

5 For God is sheer beauty,
    all-generous in love,
    loyal always and ever.

Or as I say, "Rejoice oh you wave-ings of the immortal sea!"