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Felicity: Poems
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity’s sunrise. —William Blake (1757–1827) “Several Questions Answered”
James Baraz • Awakening Joy: 10 Steps That Will Put You on the Road to Real Happiness
The Real Prayers Are Not the Words, But The Attention That Comes First
The little hawk leaned sideways and, tilted,
rode the wind. Its eye at this distance looked
like green glass; its feet were the color
of butter. Speed, obviously, was joy. But
then, so was the sudden, slow circle it carved
into the slightly silvery air, and the
squaring of its
