Imagine immeasurable joy, Marcus. A surfeit of happiness, so great that it can afford us no more pleasure. Will it lead us towards sorrow or at least a numbing vacuum, just so we can begin to enjoy being happy again.
The zen postulate of the empty tea cup? Even joy needs an empty heart, that it can begin to fill with its magic.
A threshold beyond which it ceases to matter? When it begins to slosh and spill? When it is just an ugly stain spreading slowly over the white lace tablecloth?
How will you know how much joy is enough? When even a whiff of sorrow is always too much?
again the rain clouds gather
darkening the evening sky
she wonders what the sun is thinking
Phantom Road 
How will you know how much joy is enough?
A quintessential question, I like the way the uncertainty is followed through in the haiku.
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Thank you Kerry.
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Beautiful questions and the last two sentences are exquisite
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Thanks so much.
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This reminds me of my lethargy when I lived in southern california, every day just sunshine… I craved for rain, I craved the sense that it wasn’t perfect every day… I think we need some sorrow, just like we need darkness for the light…
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Think you are right…thanks Bjorn.
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Tea, rainy days and philosophy go well together. I enjoyed the depiction of the mental uneasiness set against the uncertain skies.
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Thank you Rommy.
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Nice… and a question at the end to take along and ponder.
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Thanks Marian.
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“When even a whiff of sorrow is always too much” There is no such thing as enough joy. I enjoyed this most pensive write.
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Thanks so much Raivenne. Much appreciated.
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I so, so love your addresses to Marcus! And what absolutely marvellous questions in this one, followed by a superb three-liner.
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Thanks so much Rosemary.
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Very thought-provoking question. When is there enough joy? Love the ending poetic stanza.
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Thanks so much Teresa.
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