“When one door of happiness closes, another opens,
but often we look so long at the closed door
that we do not see the one that has opened for us.”
Helen Keller
~
Uncle Tree
There is no Door Of Happiness
Happiness is an ethereal thing that freely comes and goes
It enters without knocking, and exits without saying goodbye
If anything
we are the doors that swing both ways
we all come unhinged in
THE END
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Always two sides to a door, Uncle, though I was wondering about those revolving buggers!
He{>T~N\E*D 😉
My dearest Uncle Tree … Those damn ethereals, such wispy things … never allowing us a true grasping of them. Oh sure, sometimes they’ll hang around for a bit … but, never long enough, ya know?
And us doors! Dilapidated, unhinged, rotting and creaking with every passing gust of life … sheez! How long until someone finds the oil to bring out the fine luster of the hidden treasure, instead of just roughly turning a knob and walking through?
Wanna know what I think? I think we are all made of self-cleaning glass.
I like your idea of us being the doors to what comes into our lives. Very true. Happiness is always there, same like sorrow – it is up to us to see what we want and use it to its better end.
I think happiness is a bit overrated anyhow. I do not think life is about it. I don’t know what is it about but surly not happiness.
I would agree that happiness and sorrow may be our daily visitors but it’s within our power to choose how to react to the sorrow. We can let it beat us down, make us bitter and “grizzled” or take it in stride and accept that this is just the way things are and make the best of it.
I myself am bitter and grizzled… and pissy! 🙂
The revolving doors are whirling dervishes, my friend.
And so…what in the hell kind of equation is that, E*D? 🙂
An Einsteinish caterpillar waiting to bud in warm warped spaces.
Wispy, and grasping, and hanging out all over…
yeah, that’s UT alright — a short timer.
Rotting and creaking and passing gusts of life?
Been there, done that. F-Art — a hidden treasure. Yo!
Self-cleaning glass? That’s a great idea, my pretty shiny Penny! 🙂
Helen Keller couldn’t see the doors any better
than we can see our ideas coming at us.
Life is about sparrows, Dhyan.
I know. I’ve counted them!
I’m sure you have, too.
Each and every one.
We do. We know.
The last One.
Counting
down.
me2
🙂
Nice and tight
true and filled with light
Shall we make a distinction between general happiness and ecstatic joy?
Between grizzly, grumpy, gung-ho butt-headed sadness,
(or prissy, pissy, plum bitchy and down in the dumps confusion)
and yeah, the other thing that’s really nothing to joke about?
Keep on making the best of it, Gayle, and I pray it’s worth your while.
Yes, I think we should make a distinction between the two. Who in the world can maintain ecstatic joy? I think we should be content with just a low-level of everything’s OK.
Anyway, I always enjoy your immense talent and ability to amuse me. Thanks, Keith.
Excelent poem dear uncle, I loved it, very poetic. It reminded me of what pre-socratic greeks used to think about their thoughts; they did not belive thoughts where theirs, they belived that they where visited by them, and after a while they left them to find other beings that will accept their visit.
Hi there, Kristen! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
“Nice and tight”? How fitting! And more than good to me.
Who in the world can maintain ecstatic joy? Good question, Gayle.
He whose door is always open on the side of love and happiness;
who houses the essence of joy in the heart of his static knob.
No key necessary. No need to knock on wood. All are free to enter.
If there is no such thing as death, then sorrow is but an illusory visitor
drummed up by the ego, who’s always afraid of its own extinction,
and who’s always trying to feel sorry for its imaginary self.
No ego — no sorrow. No? Joy to the world anyway!
Hello, Mariana! Good to see you again! 🙂
Poetic? Maybe. I hesitate to call this a poem, though. It’s a retort,
actually. With a retort I needn’t resort to call it a category. He-he.
I question whether or not Science knows where thoughts originate —
“In the brain somewhere…” is not being very exact. And the mind?
“In the brain somewhere…” Well, of course. Of course! And the brain?
“In the Mind everywhere…” Well, wouldn’t you know it. I never thought…
Yes, a lot of things have been “drummed up” by the ego to create an illusory veil over us. Pure ecstatic joy is buried under there somewhere.
Your responses are as beautifully written as the poems we comment on. What a good brain you have! 🙂
Thank you, Gayle! Glad you think so. 🙂
My responses are sort of my trademark.
I do usually spend some time when I can.
That’s why the rally is somewhat difficult for me.
Happy Monday! Hope you have a swell week. Bye now!
You’re welcome. 🙂
I hope you have a good week with maybe a little ecstatic joy sprinkled in now and then. Bye!
true indeed uncle tree…
i am trying to crawl back…
Love you, Rhee! 🙂
You’ll always be
my caterpillar.
There is that flowing thing…the same stuff that miracles are made of flowing all around and yet we really don’t fully appreciate happiness for what it is or does for us do we? most of the time we just enjoy the experience usually don’t we?
Sometimes I feel like a door in a Time-warp.
And God Almighty has one foot in and one foot out.
As long as I don’t get the boot up my keyhole… I be awe-right.
As one nation, and as one indivisible and generous, appreciative people, let us begin, again, to get back to where we once belonged.
Care to join me? Yes? Fabulous! 🙂
Such a pleasure to read this entry and its exits afresh, Keith, and thanks, you rang my happiness bell.:-) Let’s make Britain great again……we could throw a Tea Party with butterfly cakes and all that 😉
You’re quite right, Ed. I just read – through all the comments
on this thread. I must say, I got a lift that brought a smile to
my old weathered face and branched-out head. Happy –
entered erstwhile. My Tea Party’s been had. 😉 UT
wow. that is awesome. a totally revolutionary inside-out analogy from that which society is so well acquainted with. very very very well done.
🙂 Thank you! 🙂 Thank you! 🙂 Thank you! 🙂
Knock! Knock! 😉 The door’s unlocked — I’m goin’ in — sinnin’ and grinnin’.