Quotes added on Wednesday, November 29 2017
strength
is contagious
People think
differently about Life after Death; some agree and some disagree.
But everyone agrees that Death is certain. The challenge is TO LIVE
before we die.
Too much stress? Too many business meetings? A too busy family
life? You feel somehow exhausted? It is time for a massage release!
“
It was spring when we walked
together
and you taught me the names of the flowers.
Lily of the valley, pear blossom, Carolina jessamine.
You turned your face to me and I felt that I had
loved you since the billowing sheet of Chaos.
How am I to go on living
after having felt that?
O, do you remember. Our many, many befores.
Maybe you hear them, stirring
from a room in you that is older
than womb. You and I did carry
candles down castle corridors as children once.
And we baked bread, and we filled pies!
We wore moonstone on our twisted fingers.
You were boy and I was fish
and when you pulled me from the water I glistened
and your father was proud.
In the kitchen that evening you cut a lemon
and squeezed a sliver
over me, giving me
moon, rain, the promise
that we would live again someday.
and you taught me the names of the flowers.
Lily of the valley, pear blossom, Carolina jessamine.
You turned your face to me and I felt that I had
loved you since the billowing sheet of Chaos.
How am I to go on living
after having felt that?
O, do you remember. Our many, many befores.
Maybe you hear them, stirring
from a room in you that is older
than womb. You and I did carry
candles down castle corridors as children once.
And we baked bread, and we filled pies!
We wore moonstone on our twisted fingers.
You were boy and I was fish
and when you pulled me from the water I glistened
and your father was proud.
In the kitchen that evening you cut a lemon
and squeezed a sliver
over me, giving me
moon, rain, the promise
that we would live again someday.
—lyra and the thrush ; heaven fay
You do not have to be
good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves
Grandfather, weary soul,
YOU’LL FLY OVER YOUR LIFE ONCE
MOREbefore you die. Since our grandma passed away
You’ve waiTeD For Forever
& A DAY JUST TO DIE, AND SOMEDAYsoon you will die. It was the only woman
You ever LoveD, THaT GoT BurnT BY
THE SUN TOO OFTEN
WHEN
she was young, and the
cancer spread and it raninto her body and her blood,
and there’s nothing you can do about it now.
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