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happiness and joy
when you look for yourself and find
within your heart
and you touch this self
with the understanding of your mind
you have found happiness
like you put your hands behind your back
and embrace your shoulders
fleeting and sometimes
tiring this search
of self that ends sometimes
how long does this last?
it will pass but it may come again
but to last
it will not
you either go deeper
or you go higher
always beyond yourself
to find another
a heart to your heart
a mind to your mind
you talk you understand you reach for another hand
you kiss, you make love, you share each other 's bodies
each other's long lonely nights
this can be more than happiness
we call this joy
but you go deeper this time or higher if you
this search for joy greater than joy
this joy beyond bodies beyond nights beyond hands
eternal happiness, this is joy greater than joy
we sense it
but not completely
we sense it when we look at the eyes of the person we love
and who loves us in return
truthfully and so beautifully
the feelings in our hearts
as we sleep and make love and dream and stay together
with clasped hands
we have mere glimpses
vague but it is there
it is the joy that always lurks but cannot fully make us see
we are too small yet
too young to fully dance the steps and leaps of this
i am still looking for this
i know it is there, but i just can't utter it
i must know better
i live some more and perhaps if need be
die and then travel and be there
beyond, yes always this feeling of beyond
my armpit is warm and my eyes are still rolling
i am holding it
i have it in my heart but not competely
and so i ramble
in so much waiting, this impatience
but lovely still, and yes, so beautiful....tomorrow.
It is far better to seek 'joy.' Joy is related to happiness, but it is a deeper experience. In the search for happiness the individual focuses upon himself, but joy moves a person out of a self-centered preoccupation and provides an orientation towards others. Joy is an experience which connects us to that which is 'Greater' than we are. It connects us to the creative power that is more than the 'I' or ego. Joy gets us out of ourselves and in contact with this 'Other' and with others. Joy can sustain us throughout the four phases of life. If we are willing to give up the search for happiness, we may find joy. It exists near the center of the wheel where happiness and suffering meet and intermingle.
RIC S. BASTASA
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Joy and Pleasure
Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.
Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day
And dances by false glare at night;
But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves
To spread its wings in Nature's light.
Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks
Away on blossoms its sweet hour;
But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp,
That plums and cherries would devour.
Joy's like a Lark that lives alone,
Whose ties are very strong, though few;
But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams,
Makes much acquaintance, no friends true.
Joy from her heart doth sing at home,
With little care if others hear;
But pleasure then is cold and dumb,
And sings and laughs with strangers near.
William Henry Davies
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The Joy Of The Lord Is Your Strength
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren foil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.
But where the Lord has planted grace;
And made his glories known;
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pard'ning love;
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine;
Are springs of joy that never fail,
These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.
No more, believers, mourn your lot,
But if you are the Lord's
Resign to them that know him not,
Such joys as earth affords.
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The Triumph of the Soul
Joy! Joy! I triumph! Now no more I know
Myself as simply me. I burn with love
Unto myself, and bury me in love.
The centre is within me and its wonder
Lies as a circle everywhere about me.
Joy! Joy! No mortal thought can fathom me.
I am the merchant and the pearl at once.
Lo, Time and Space lie crouching at my feet.
Joy! Joy! When I would reveal in a rapture.
I plunge into myself and all things know.
Translated by: Margaret Smith
Farid ud-Din Attar
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