Joy
Joy
is
everywhere
in
all
that
sings,
inside
colors,
inside
sounds,
it
can
be
in
mountains
or
plains,
in
gardens,
on
streets
and
squares,
in
schools
or
offices,
stores
and
antechambers.
Joy
in
rhythm
exists,
in
movement,
when
the
lights
are
lit,
and
also
in
the
blinking
lights
of
Christmas.
Joy
is
in
the
rocking
of
the
sea
and
in
the
way
the
blossoming
young
women
walk.
We
feel
the
joy
of
birds
in
flight
and
in
songs
and
in
the
breeze
that
gently
passes.
In
the
innocence
of
children
we
feel
joy,
and
in
the
wisdom
of
the
old
ones.
Joy
of
the
plants
during
and
after
the
rain,
joy
of
mountains
in
the
rising
sun,
joy
of
the
mother
before
the
joy
of
her
son,
divine
joy
before
the
beauty
of
love,
joy
of
all
before
joy
itself.
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