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What Do We Plant?

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What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship, which will cross the sea. We plant the mast to carry the sails; We plant the planks to withstand the gales – The keel, the keelson, the beam, the knee; We plant the ship when we plant the tree. What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the houses for you and me. We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors, We plant the...

.surrender.

tap into the well
all the tears
the heartache
and past selves
release
bring them to this reservoir
and bathe
under moonlight
with compassion 
and gentleness as guides
helping to rid 
what is no longer needed

L’sJourney
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I Slept, And Dreamed That Life Was Beauty

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 “I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;         I woke, and found that life was duty.         Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?         Toil on, sad heart, courageously,         And thou shall find thy dream to be         A noonday light and truth to thee.” Louisa May Alcott...

The Hereafter.

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Hereafter!    O we need not waste
Our smiles or tears, whatever befall:
No happiness but holds a taste
Of something sweeter, after all; –
No depth of agony but feels
Some fragment of abiding trust, –
Whatever death unlocks or seals,
The mute beyond is just.
James Whitcomb Riley

Je l’appelle Jerry

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J’ignore pourquoi j’ai sympathisé avec luiIl ne ressemble pas à ce que l’on retrouvedans les dessins animés gris de l’enfance.Les rayons de la lune lampadairelui éclaira comme une idole noir et doré.Peut-être c’était ces yeux vert-marbrésqui me sondaient à travers son abyme. Il ne ressemblait à aucun d’autre.Ne m’a jamais lancé d’autre regard qu’à l’arrêt de bus.Il était déjà assis sur le banc...

Snow flakes

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I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig,And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig!
Emily Dickinson 1830- 1886

New Year: A Dialogue

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MORTAL:“The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR:“I am Good Cheer.” MORTAL:“Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.What seek you here?” THE NEW YEAR:“Friend, let me in; my name is Hope.” MORTAL:“And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless. Pass on.” THE NEW YEAR:“Nay, open wide the door;...

I Have a Rendezvous with Death

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I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air—I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my handAnd lead me into his dark landAnd close my eyes and quench my breath—It may be I shall pass him still.I have a rendezvous with DeathOn some scarred slope of...

The Arrow and the Song

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I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again...

Forgetfulness

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Forgetfulness is like a songThat, freed from beat and measure, wanders.Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,Outspread and motionless, —A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night,Or an old house in a forest, — or a child.Forgetfulness is white, — white as a blasted tree,And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,Or bury the Gods. I...