Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Private Pleasures

Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard.

20 comments:

  1. It just doesn't get more real than that!

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  2. Simple truth poetically put, nicely done. :)

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  3. Such is the life of the nightingale.... :-)

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  4. That is kind of like smiling simply because your are happy, rather than for others to see.

    Blessed indeed.

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  5. Worthy of Uncle Walt who was quite fond of songbirds.

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  6. We sing to be heard, we no longer sing for joy; we are POSERS

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  7. Amen.

    Okay...surely I can leave something better than a one word comment, but really, that does say it all. For doing something for the sheer joy of it, is the most blessed experience one can have....

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  8. I really like this one, NP. Reminds me of myself in the shower. ;)

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  9. I love how simple yet profound this post was... thanks

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  10. What kind of world do we live in that this kind of words make total sense?

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  11. This is beautiful, Marty, especially with the nightbird analogy! Priceless, to sing just for the joy of it!

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  12. It is just this type of song, sung without strings attached, that is the most delightful to hear, isn't it?

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  13. I identify with the nightbird. The most real joy I've felt was when experiencing life's wonders on and for my own. I had to write your aphorism down.

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