"there is a thing called joy,
it dances with small pleasures,
both of them are tender weapons,
they build bridges,
and stand on top of the ugly things
that try to steal and to destroy."
Where is your joy seeded today?
What small pleasures feed its roots?
The path to your patch of delight
may contain thorny branches
tearing at your clothes and skin,
Suit up and forge a trail,
negotiate your way over poison ivy,
let your footsteps be gentle and attentive,
you may discover companion plants,
coexisting and collaborating
harmonizing with your joy.
Leading you where you
did not know you could go.
kastilwell
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