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Art, The Joy of Life, Henri Matisse
Music, Kai Engel, Cabetet
“ A Joy ”
– imagined –
A joy extant infers
Fate lets attain,
I find imagine
What ought contain,
Stuff be of dreams
Imaging the silken,
Rather than lined
In matters coarse,
Though often times
Joy be dark horse,
To masquerade
Masked as a rose,
In joyless shade,
Wanting but dispose…
Yet be this joy
Illusion’s dope,
Thirsting to enjoy
We live in hope,
Yet sadly fantasize
In musings empty,
Waiting joy incites
A moment of delight
To more than but survive!
We await joy in our lives and embrace it when it bestows its wisdom and recall its potent power in past moments.
Though sometimes, a well placed nudge may speed things up!
I think of joy as a pure emotion because it really can’t be sought or summoned. It can only just happen.
I read and hear you Liz, a kind of serendipity, as in by chance maybe even unknowingly one has done something that brings that joy. Good fortune for they who so experience… and has not but imagined that pure emotion… n’es-ce pas?