HarpingByAPixie
Life is like a cycle of seasons…it goes on the same way. When we wake up each morning, we expect to see the sun in the east and expect to see the moon in its place once the sun sets in the west. While some people somewhere are laughing, there are also some people somewhere that are weeping. While some are winning, still other some are losing. The face of duality is always present.
Kahlil Gibran said this about joy and sorrow: “Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say ‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’ But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”
In times of our happiness, therefore, we should be compassionate towards those that are not as fortunate. Because there will always come a time when we will be at the other side of the table.
Light and love everyone. I hope you enjoy the poem. Live. Laugh. Love. Be happy. Life is too short for anything else.
To each thing there is a season; a time to be born and a time to pass away, a time to sew and a time to reap, a time to mourn and a time to rejoice…
I agree…for where there is day, there is night — a joy for every sorrow — a win for every loss. They say that this world is a place of both heaven and hell. Thank you for your thought. Art people seem to have deep thoughts about life and existence, I noticed. Perhaps, that is where you and Albert Herdie are drawing inspiration. Hey, happy holidays in case I forgot to said so.
I’ll draw my inspiration from any well I can find. May your holidays be happy as well
As we draw happiness from any well we can find — well, I think we are on the same page just expressing it in different arts. But it would have been a boon if I learn your amazing talent yet I could not even produce a poor copy of Naruto hahaha
Muchos años, mija. Muchos años…
Your words spoke to me as they always seem to do. You are absolutely right about life.
Thank you, as always, Carol. Happy holidays…
I once listened to a poet in person who spoke of the lost quiet of life. That we were wound around the noise of the world around us. We have to stop and listen sometimes.
wonderful poem!
Indeed. The noise is just creating more problems and noise and talking eat up useful energy. Thanks for the compliment, Doc! Because of you, I started to believe I can really pen poems hahaha
Poetry is the language of the soul. You write wonderful poetry – that should be shared!@
Awww, thanks Doc and hey, I forgot, so here goes:
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday
Happy birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Oh, just please sing it for me hahahaha. I saw that in your post a while ago.