Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘joy’

20131009

In poetry, rumination on 20131009 at 21:03

《the way》
dear little one,
the world is yours.
the world was yours
even before you belonged
to it.
it was, is, and will be
your redemption as often
as it will be your nemesis.
do not be afraid, for fear
will not carry your burdens
nor will it shelter you
from the elements.
have hope as much as will
allow triumph
over the ills of present,
but none so much that
you deceive yourself
of the realities of the future
or the consequences of the past.
days of sorrow will weave
a tight knit alongside joy,
neither with warning
nor with limitation.
you shall persist because
you know of nothing else,
not only because you will it.
for as a mortal, possibility
is as finite only as is time.
what tomorrow will bring you,
yesterday has already taken
away, with a fluidity that
surprises with subtlety.
you will love and hurt,
feel pain and transfer pain.
you will always forgive
because the alternative
is no alternative.
fairness and justice
will oft be at odds
with one another and for you.
you will not always deserve
your destiny, but you will
decide not to deny it.
for tonight, the sun sets low,
but tomorrow, high,
high shall the sun rise up.
oh, little one, until tomorrow,
good night.

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20120203

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20120203 at 09:24

The joy in knowing that you were wrong is learning what is right.

The wise rejoice in their mistakes, for they have found what is right.
The fool repeats in their mistakes, for they do not seek what is right.

It takes not execution of perfection, but sincere apology to right a wrong.

Though the Sun has set, / Fear not the Night – / That Sun is but / A Lilliputian Star; / Open your eyes to / The Universe in sight.

20101220

In aphorism, proverb on 20101220 at 14:31

Loneliness cannot be shared; joy cannot be concealed.

20101201

In aphorism, haiku, poetry, proverb, rumination on 20101201 at 12:23

It is not enough for anger to be bridled; it must be broken so that a bridle is not needed.

《the sun》
first crack of dawn, final setting of the sun
an everyday affair, seen always
as if the first and the last time.

《On Writing》
The joy of writing is the culmination of experience, the surprise birth of thoughts onto a world of paper; -watching, in hindsight, how the words flow, without warning. To be ready as the paper, willing as the pen.