Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Source : https://poets.org/poem/joy-and-sorrow
Reposting an old poem today which is really close to my heart. This poem is an ode and me showing my gratitude to some very strong female personalities in my life (friends and family), who’ve time and again supported me when I needed help, educated me when I was wrong and been there for me always. Originally published on May 20, 2019 here.
To the girl who thinks she’s not good enough,
To the girl who thinks she’s not as strong,
To the girl who thinks this hurdle she cannot get past,
To the girl who cannot stand up to point out you’re wrong.
To you pretty ladies I’ve only got one thing to say,
You are wonderful the way you are, in your own beautiful way!
From the lady responsible for my existence today,
To the lady who held my hand when I went astray.
From the one who taught me to read and write,
To the one who loves to kiss me goodnight.
I am surrounded by y’all like a bee around a flower,
Walking around in ignorance, unaware of your power.
Its an open untalked secret this circle of life,
From the days I needed my mother to seeking refuge in my wife.
Y’all run this world and make it a better place,
I hope one day I can repay you for every sacrifice and tear behind that face.
Until then I say “Thank You” and admire the graceful,