From
Mary Sullivan
(there were strong winds on Sunday)
>I found my copy of Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber and here is what it said about the wind....
The ancients have a saying" "When a great soul dies, the winds go wild." The greater the soul, the greater the wind necessary to carry it away.
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do no stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here...
from Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber
Yes Mary, the wind may have been her harbinger...Here's another.
Maureen
The wind it is blowing, blowing and rolling
The wind it is blowing all through the trees
Gentle wind carry me, spirit I shall always be
Gentle wind carry me, so I may be free
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From Barry Vesser
If It Is Not Too Dark
Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.
Get some fresh air, try to smile.
Say something kind
To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.
Always exercise your heart's knowing.
You might as well attempt something real
Along this path:
Take your spouse or lover into your arms
The way you did when you first met.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes
The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.
Play a game with some children.
Extend yourself to a friend.
Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants -
Why not let them get drunk and wild!
Let's toast
Every rung we've climbed on Evolution's ladder.
Whisper, "I love you! I love you!"
To the whole mad world.
Let's stop reading about God -
We will never understand Him.
Jump to your feet, wave your fists,
Threaten and warn the whole Universe
That your heart can no longer live
Without real love!
~ Hafiz ~
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A SONG FOR CYNTHIA
Cynthia sweet Cynthia now that you’re sixty-five whatever you do whatever you choose it’s good to hear you jive.
Cynthia sweet Cynthia age: our permission slip now that you’re sixty-five it’s good to hear you jive.”
- Ruth Rosenthal
(there were strong winds on Sunday)
>I found my copy of Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber and here is what it said about the wind....
The ancients have a saying" "When a great soul dies, the winds go wild." The greater the soul, the greater the wind necessary to carry it away.
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do no stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here...
from Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber
Yes Mary, the wind may have been her harbinger...Here's another.
Maureen
The wind it is blowing, blowing and rolling
The wind it is blowing all through the trees
Gentle wind carry me, spirit I shall always be
Gentle wind carry me, so I may be free
___________________________________________
From Barry Vesser
If It Is Not Too Dark
Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.
Get some fresh air, try to smile.
Say something kind
To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.
Always exercise your heart's knowing.
You might as well attempt something real
Along this path:
Take your spouse or lover into your arms
The way you did when you first met.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes
The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.
Play a game with some children.
Extend yourself to a friend.
Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants -
Why not let them get drunk and wild!
Let's toast
Every rung we've climbed on Evolution's ladder.
Whisper, "I love you! I love you!"
To the whole mad world.
Let's stop reading about God -
We will never understand Him.
Jump to your feet, wave your fists,
Threaten and warn the whole Universe
That your heart can no longer live
Without real love!
~ Hafiz ~
___________________________________________
A SONG FOR CYNTHIA
Cynthia sweet Cynthia now that you’re sixty-five whatever you do whatever you choose it’s good to hear you jive.
Cynthia sweet Cynthia age: our permission slip now that you’re sixty-five it’s good to hear you jive.”
- Ruth Rosenthal