BUBBLES RISING
Laughter and stillness,
a powerful blend
creating song in harmony,
expanding our deeper Self
Pure cymbals in hallowed room.
May we guard these gifts
keep them bright and true,
Free from discord and pretense;
Laughter ascends from the soul
stillness the pure mountain pool,
Where bubbles can rise
Transparent and true.
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Oooh Miriam! You are giving the true and special meaning to Laughter and Laugh.
I am amazed to read this ; how words can blend the essence of anything for that matter. You have reflected it perfectly in your lines.
My Pats
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Shiva
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Shiva, it means a lot to me that you felt and understood what I am trying to say.
Your comment astounded me with such deep perception. Seeing the Pats the bubbles rose again. Thank you.
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Miriam
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I would still love to write about it…..
Miriam the title could even be “Laughter Bubbles Rising” for the reader to catch it suddenly; what you want to say.
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Shiva
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No, Bubbles rising it is.π . The reader need to read and see the whole and deeper picture. That st least was my intent.
” ,Laughter ascends from the soul
stillness the pure mountain pool,
Where bubbles can rise ”
π¦πππ
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Laughter that ascends from the soul is truly beautiful and transcends all boundaries, so pristine. Lovely words Miriam!
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Thank you Rhadika for this beautiful comment. Let us always let our laughter be true and pristine as you so aptly say.
Hug π
Miriam
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You create beautiful images with your words, Miriam. All ‘transparent and true’ to match your accompanying photograph.
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Thank you so much Roland, I am so glad you can sense the message.
Yes, may our laughter always be true.
It can cause confusion though – in more serious society.ππ¦π.
Miriam
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Yes. We laugh for so many different reasons of course…. At, and With, in joy, in disgust.
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This is too true at times as laughter also can hurt in the wrong place. To laugh together, with and with humour is best. Don’t you agree?
A chuckle will do.ππ¦
Miriam
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What a delight Miriam, to wake up and have your poem as my first read .I know I’m stating the obvious, but your Island must be full of the magic you’ve just written about. Reading and gently peeling away meaning to access ever deeper strata, I envisage a place where most people think like you and there is a collective subconscious/essence/magic that permeates all. This sublime and erudite poem proves my
belief that in the west we have spiritual traditions and beliefs as important and refined as those in the east. Pure Scandinavian Zen ! Thank you
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Pure Scandinavian Zen. I love it Nigel and you are quite magic.
Yes your comment is such a beautiful homage to the island and its people.
You are right about the majority had this spirit and my parents definitely did. Come to think of it, there were a number of story tellers there both among the men and the women.
Of course the West has their spiritual traditions. We should do more to preserve it and let it live among us.
Thank you from my heart
Miriam
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Beautifully expressed Miriam. Indeed theyβre two beautiful calming qualities. I wish you both β€οΈ
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Thank you Miriam for your lovely comment. I wish you both too and am sure you share them. π¦β€οΈ
miriam
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There’s a lovely purity and lightness to this Miriam.
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Thanks Andrea for the beauty in your response.
I am so very glad that you felt so. π
Miriam
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I liked this. liked the photos too! π
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Thank you Jim. Pleasure to see you here.
miriam
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The image of ‘transparent and true laughter’ is superbly envisioned here…love it Miriam!
We often play with bubbles, run after them to catch and laughter accompanies us each time we missβ¦that is the fun of playing and reliving your childhood with grandchildren and βexpanding our deeper selfββ¦ Laughter is a natural gift till we compartmentalize it and convert it into smiles of choiceβ¦the compulsions of modern, so called sophisticated living! π
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Balroop, thank you for your happy and beautiful answer.
Like you I still love blowing bubbles and sometimes trying to slowly and carefully blow a big one, watch it slowly rise, shimmering in all colours.
Just like our laughter.
This very sophisticated living is hardπ , I can do it but isn’t it nice when you can let go and just be. π€
Miriam
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You had me at ‘Bubbles Rising’. I know I’ve found something special when the words resonate with me and I want to return to them again and again. Just beautiful, Miriam.
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Thank you so much Colleen, it is a delight that you felt that way.
Often titles are like that, they just come and stay. I hadn’t even time
to think of one. π
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Beautiful, Miriam…
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Thank you Bette.π
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Oh, what a lovely thought in the middle of Winter. I love bubbles! B
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Glad you enjoyed it B. I am sure you also felt the deep joy of laughter that is transparent and true. Filled with joy and unstoppable.
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Once I was in a real bad mental place, bought some bubbles then a coffee at Startbucks, sat at their terrasse and blew bubbles at passers by! Had lovely conversations and made people laugh!
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Wonderful poem and photos Miriam.
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Thank you so much for your kind comment.
I am glad you liked both.π
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Air and water; life’s essentials. Laughter is joy escaping the body in the form of air, and bubbles are air encased in water. The essentials of life being recycled, and beautifully. Lovely post, Miriam, and entrancing pictures.
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Thank you Peter for your delightful and scientific way of describing the
bubbles. How true about air and water, essential they are.
I am also so glad you liked the poem and images.
ππ¦ miriam
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A beautiful poem Miriam and it brought to mind the bubble blowers who work along the South Bank in London. Whenever you walk past them there is always a crowd of children (and adults) chasing and being transfixed by the huge bubbles they create. It always fills you with a bit of happiness watching the joy on everyone’s faces.
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Thank you for your wonderful answer Davy. I am enthralled by your tale about the bubble blowers on the South Bank of London. Do you know if they still are there? I would love to see this and feel the joy along with the others.
Your compliment also makes me proud. π
miriam
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The best time to catch them is in the Summer Miriam. There is always at least one among the many other entertainers there. Your poem prompted me to get down again. There must be some poetry there π
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Thank you, I have penned in June in my diary and will bring some bubble liquid with me. What fun that could be and a first anywhere in London.
Yes, you are right about the poetry.
Miriam
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A wonderful post. Full of light.
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Thank you Jc.
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Miriam, I feel bubbles of laughter rising within me as I read your beautiful post…the sheer joy and exuberance are infectious and once again you blend the physical with the spiritual, as they merge into one. A gem of a post and the photos are an enchanting delight on which to rest my gaze. hugs xx
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Your beautiful poem makes me smile! You’ve captured the essence of life! May we always find the laughter and enjoy the bubbles!
HUGS,
Carolyn π
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Carolyn, your comment is amazing, “capture the essence of life”. If
it felt so to you I am one happy scribbler. There are times when we feel we
might have lost these pure bubbles of laughter but they will be there.
ππΆ hugs back to you.
miriam
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Thank you Annika for your wonderful answer. Your exuberant and positive self rises like bubbles of joy. I reread my poem now and you are right about the physical and spiritual. To be honest I don’t know where the first stanza arrived from…, it can be rather magic at times. π¦π
miriam
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Oh, I love this one (I love all of them anyway π )! I love how the rhythm of the words brings to mind the bubbling laughter in the poem. And I love the picture β€ Well done, Miriam!
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Thank you Julie for your fantastic comment. Yes, little laughter bubbles rise
from a calm pool – seeing the birds feeding outside, how could they not do.
If there isn’t a rhythm in my verses I reject them, keep the idea if good and
do a total rewrite later. Or scrap it.
Poetry and music are quite related I feel. β€οΈπ¦
Miriam
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What a delightful way to start my day – it is the first post I am reading this cool, blue morning! I love the juxtapositions you have used, and the tension they create to send the bubbles rising up! And I love your bubble photo as well – the colours you have captured are so cheerful!
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Thank you for your delightful comment! I am proud to have been among your morning reads and that my words felt good. How good your delightful words
feel, makes it all worth to write. π
miriam
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Incredibly beautiful, Miriam! Both your pictures and words. π
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Thank you Sarah for your generous comment.
So happy you you felt it so.ππ¦
Miriam
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I love the image of laughter as beautiful reflective rainbow-ish bubbles. Your poem makes me feel good – and makes me want to join a friend and LAUGH. xo
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How lovely Pam to have you and other friends joining in laughing together.
Let the bubbles inside rise and show shimmering rainbow bubbles as they rise. Making us all feel good.π Xo
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This is a delightful descriptive poem, Miriam.
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Thank you so much Robbie, hope the bubbles rise in you too.π
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Very beautiful I love how you use nature and the idea of bubbles as almost an inner world to be discovered in this poem. I Hope you can check out my poetry as well! https://wp.me/s9t3QW-fearless
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Thank you so much Camille, I love your thoughts about bubbles as an inner world. It is meant to be….
I will with pleasure read yours too.
Nice to see you
miriam
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Beautiful as always, Miriam. I love the juxtaposition that makes each aspect pure – pure unadulterated laughter and pure stillness. Wonderful. π
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Thank you so much Diana for your wonderful comment.
I feel joy that you could feel this with me.
Miriam
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