A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness …
“We are part of nature. We are here to bloom like a flower-
to ornate the earth with beauty, love, joy, happiness, and care.” ― Debasish Mridha
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
“If the day and night be such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more immortal — that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself.” – Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Christmas is a time of little time.
How we get there is a mystery.
Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb
Into fields of sunlit harmony.
Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,
Trimming house and tree while working, too;
Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,
As all worn out we do what we must do
So that this day of joy might joy renew.