Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Private Pleasures
Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard.
Labels:
autonomy,
joy,
private pleasures,
self-sufficiency,
singing for joy
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My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
Well said )
ReplyDeleteIntrinsic value. Priceless.
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt just doesn't get more real than that!
ReplyDeleteSimple truth poetically put, nicely done. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch is the life of the nightingale.... :-)
ReplyDeleteThat is kind of like smiling simply because your are happy, rather than for others to see.
ReplyDeleteBlessed indeed.
Worthy of Uncle Walt who was quite fond of songbirds.
ReplyDeleteWe sing to be heard, we no longer sing for joy; we are POSERS
ReplyDeleteAmen.
ReplyDeleteOkay...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....
I really like this one, NP. Reminds me of myself in the shower. ;)
ReplyDeletenp, r u talking about me? :-)
ReplyDeleteI love how simple yet profound this post was... thanks
ReplyDeleteWhat kind of world do we live in that this kind of words make total sense?
ReplyDeleteThe song of all artists!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Marty, especially with the nightbird analogy! Priceless, to sing just for the joy of it!
ReplyDeleteIt is just this type of song, sung without strings attached, that is the most delightful to hear, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteBe blessed , Marty.
ReplyDeleteVery profound, this one.
ReplyDeleteI 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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