John! My slow-witted friend!
Have you still not understood that perfect joy
would not be in you, even if having written poems
bright as the sun on a New Year's morning
you enjoyed world wide fame?
John! My slow witted friend!
Have you still not understood that perfect joy
would not be in you, even if you were to marry Miss World
and live in rooms spread with rich cushions
and supplied with ten thousand books,
sitting down three times a day to delicious meals?
John! My slow witted friend!
Have you still not understood that perfect joy
would not be in you, even if you were adored and revered
by your sons and daughters, while you lived entranced
by the cute antics of all your little grandchildren?
Ah, John! You old leper soul!
Why, if you want to find true joy welling up within you,
well, you may realize one day that everything
in your present life is a source of mystery
and you may come to feel gratitude for so many
undeserved gifts; therefore your brother, Francis of Assisi,
exlaimed: 'If the Lord were to take from me
all the grace he bestowed, and give it to thieves instead,
he would receive my sincerest thanks.'
Ku Sang - To John - From the album - Mysterious Buds
17 comments:
oh you magic girl-- thank YOU so much for the sunshine and blue skies you sent my way--- you are too good. I love how you keep the mystery and appreciation and magic alive--
~bluepoppy
Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
Isn't it a bitch that we humans can imagine all these things that don't exist, like perfect joy for instance?
We are such a quirky and adorable species.
magic girl is the nicest sort of name for you, hel. you make me smile even through the worst of the oofing and ouching agony.
This is really beautiful... one to keep around for future reference. It's too easy to forget.
What a cool poem - I'm going to have to read again and again!
The last picture; the one of the sunset, is incredible - such color!
Is the jungle gym in the backyard for the wolves?
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...
*sigh
to wrap oneself up in the glory that is around is to revel in the greatest of treasures, yes?
(((HUGS))),
Love,
Me
i love you.
Mmm. I have heard this poem. I, too, need to keep it around for a reminder.
Thank you.
oh, my good goddess, hel, how i missed you. expect me WAY more often.
Cool.
Happy VDay. :-)
The last photo just takes one's breath away. Beautiful.
hel, my dear...there is an award for you over at m my place. It's towards the end of the post "Life is Getting Better". Come claim it.
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a dangerous sky, a beautiful sky.
Sometimes in truth I do not know what to comment in the face of such word beauty.
Hey deary....whao has been a while since i've been hurr...nice post! nice poem!...still makes me wan dance...lol
So good. Sometimes joy is just a simple cup of coffee and an old comfy sweater. And there's no such thing as a perfect joy. And even if there were anyone who dwells on what isn't more than what is would never find it anyway...
what a good reminder.
i miss you so! i sent a little something your way--i hope it gets there safely. it should arrive soon
xoxo
Amazing. Perfect.
Just like you.
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