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Sharing You can stop to smell the roses or pick them for your own to share them with other noses or for just your knows alone. For joy is a candle in the wind A light that is shining all about A gentle breeze can blow it in or a tempest can blow it out |
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I wrote this.. this morning to someone thought I'd like to share it with YOU
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Thank you for sharing your poem, Jiminy~~  Although I have many little things that bring me great pleasure, sharing bits of happiness & fun with others, for me is the best. 
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12/13/2021 4:54 pm |
Wonderful poem Jiminy and thanks for sharing. Creative Ideas.
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Thank you for sharing your poem Jiminy......I probably missed the point though, as you often remind me....... On Saturday, when my daughter and I were leaving our friend's house, there was very unusual weather....The sun was bright, but right overhead, the sky was dark purple and there were huge, semi-frozen blobs of water falling , they were like eggs.....water encased in thin ice, braking as they hit the ground.....sparkling in the sun .......they looked like they were dancing......We got in the car to drive home.....along the way, we drive past a bay with a long sand-spit in the distance and beyond that, open water ........There appeared a huge double rainbow....we stopped and watched for a very long time.......filled with joy......
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♪ Skip skip skip to my lou, skip skip skip to my lou... ♪ - thank you, that's the effect your poem had on me. A gentle breeze can blow it in or a tempest blow it out - Interestingly, I read that when tuning in to the feeling of joy, there often emerges an awareness that this joy is quietly, invisibly ever-present/constant - that it's not 'out there' or 'in here', that it's simply everywhere. That joy doesn't come and go - instead, what comes and goes is our awareness of joy. That unlike pleasure and satisfaction, joy doesn't have an opposite. It doesn't swing up and down, as our moods do. And it doesn't wrestle with positives and negatives, as our mind does. Joy does, however, have a twin. If pleasure’s twin is pain, and satisfaction’s twin is dissatisfaction, then joy’s twin is love. That like love, joy is fearless and untroubled by the world. It is as if nothing in the world can tarnish or diminish the essence of joy. And as such, it is free. [quote]
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I nearly always stop to smell the roses, providing i can reach them of course. Lovely poem, Jiminy thanks for sharing.
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♪ Skip skip skip to my lou, skip skip skip to my lou... ♪ - thank you, that's the effect your poem had on me. A gentle breeze can blow it in or a tempest blow it out - Interestingly, I read that when tuning in to the feeling of joy, there often emerges an awareness that this joy is quietly, invisibly ever-present/constant - that it's not 'out there' or 'in here', that it's simply everywhere. That joy doesn't come and go - instead, what comes and goes is our awareness of joy. That unlike pleasure and satisfaction, joy doesn't have an opposite. It doesn't swing up and down, as our moods do. And it doesn't wrestle with positives and negatives, as our mind does. Joy does, however, have a twin. If pleasure’s twin is pain, and satisfaction’s twin is dissatisfaction, then joy’s twin is love. That like love, joy is fearless and untroubled by the world. It is as if nothing in the world can tarnish or diminish the essence of joy. And as such, it is free. [quote]
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