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Post by justlikeyou on Aug 13, 2020 18:21:19 GMT -5
By Mary Elizabeth Frye vm.tiktok.com/ZMJMPcMaV/vm.tiktok.com/ZMJMPcMaV/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 sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. |
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Post by Peter on Aug 15, 2020 2:59:30 GMT -5
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. We used this poem for my brother's grave:  |
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Post by justlikeyou on Aug 15, 2020 10:46:17 GMT -5
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. We used this poem for my brother's grave: After only recently discovering this poem, and the story behind it, and having realized that it has been around the world for many a decade now, I am not surprised to see this written on your brother's grave, Peter. Thank you for sharing that image. I also posted this poem on my Facebook page and was a bit surprised to find that even diehard Catholic family members who would normally discount what I have to say about the subject, seemed to have resonated and embraced the message of the poem. Maybe the words somehow bypass the mental belief system of so many and stirs a deep soul recognition of truth, and might explain the almost universal embrace of the poem's message across so many different stripes and backgrounds. |
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Post by zazeniac on Aug 16, 2020 11:04:17 GMT -5
I am drop, I am Ocean.
Holy Ghost and Holy notion.
I am soul, I am man.
I am desert, I am sand.
I am fear, I am Love.
I am crow, I am dove.
I am shadow, I am light.
I am blind, I am Sight.
I am dawn, I am dusk.
I am deceiver, I am trust.
I am stillness, I am dance.
I am Cobras in a trance.
I am water, I am fire.
I am saint, I am liar.
I am Brahma, Vishnu too.
I am Shiva, I am You.
I am nothing, I am all.
I am disorder, I am law.
I am black, I am white.
I am effulgence in the night.
I am ugly, I am beauty.
I am dishonor, I am duty.
I am Krishna, I am Baba.
I am Buddha, I am Rama.
I am woman, I am man.
I am foot, I am hand.
I am Mohamed and Ishua.
I am Moses and Hoshea.
I am that you cannot see.
I am all that will ever be.
I am You and You are Me.
We are One, One is We.
I am Sun, I am Moon.
I am wither, I am bloom.
I am God, I am Devil.
I am tilted, I am level.
I am Venus, I am Mars.
I am near, I am far.
I am up, I am down.
I am silence, I am sound.
I am strong, I am fragile.
I am stiff, I am agile.
I am pleasure, I am pain.
I am spotless, I am stain.
I am lava, I am Ice.
I am cruel, I am nice.
I am master, I am sinner.
I am loser, I am winner.
I am all and none above.
I am the One and only Love...
By Dean (Daniel) Zaz's son
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Post by laughter on Aug 25, 2020 23:38:06 GMT -5
copied, from elsewhere
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Post by glimmer on Aug 26, 2020 4:22:26 GMT -5
my thread changes colour as I follow
it’s winded path through the tapestry
I think is life but veils and layers eye
to eye are the lookers and seers we
unravel for in the swimming through
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Post by laughter on Aug 28, 2020 14:51:44 GMT -5
Past/future, space and the 10 gazillion thingies are all a wondrous marvel
Sometimes terrible in their tumult and reckoning, other times placid, alluring and nourishing, in sweet interludes.
As conditioned individuals, there's no outrunning the past.
But, these are all the blueprints of a machine.
Are you, dear sir or madam, a machine?
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Post by laughter on Sept 13, 2020 17:30:56 GMT -5
from .. elsewhere  |
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Post by laughter on Sept 20, 2020 12:08:13 GMT -5
Ice Chef My most sophisticated culinary construction is making ice cubes. Aside from the electricity to run my freezer, ice cubes are totally free. Making ice cubes should not be underestimated. The best way to ruin a good thing is by talking about it. I let my ice cubes do the talking for me when I put them in my ice tea. I indulge. Four would have been enough. I put in like ten. I might be a pauper in many areas of my life but when I chill a warm ice tea, I spare no ice cube expense. If I could fit more, I would have put more. But my glass is only 26.5 cubic inches.  |
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Post by laughter on Oct 24, 2020 3:40:44 GMT -5
the stoic rests comfortably yet alertly never wasting his energy his stance supported by solid rock as his body reflects the fire bouncing off the water that has become his very skin |
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poetry
Dec 4, 2020 22:59:10 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Dec 4, 2020 22:59:10 GMT -5
Sometimes, eternity whispers ..
by a breeze through the leaves
or the patter of the rain
the throat of a bird
the legs of an insect
by a lover's voice
Infinity, might wink at you
by the twinkle of a star
by the reflection of the sun off the water
in the deep, inky purple of a cloud against an already darkened dusk
or over the expanse of a clear, noonday blue
You might feel to notice, a familiar, poignant and subtle presence
A gaze from source unseen
Over your shoulder, remembering this moment, endlessly, from alpha, to omega
A constant review of the cosmic tape
Limitlessness, it is constantly embracing you
Feel it in the pull, your contact with the Earth
Or in the caress of the wind
The warmth of the Sun on your face
The cool of a melting snowflake against your skin
and in the humming of your body, as you reach out, to touch another
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poetry
Dec 5, 2020 11:46:01 GMT -5
Post by amit on Dec 5, 2020 11:46:01 GMT -5
the stoic rests comfortably yet alertly never wasting his energy his stance supported by solid rock as his body reflects the fire bouncing off the water that has become his very skin . We have had dogs before, but never cats. There are several cats in the wild valley where we live, and two of them often stay with us as we put out food for them, and yes that does describe the feeling they have |
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poetry
Dec 26, 2020 3:57:35 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Dec 26, 2020 3:57:35 GMT -5
the stoic rests comfortably yet alertly never wasting his energy his stance supported by solid rock as his body reflects the fire bouncing off the water that has become his very skin the skin I am in a mirage on life’s water |
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Post by glimmer on Dec 26, 2020 4:03:29 GMT -5
ring the bell
time is here
hear the bell
time is here
hear the bell
reverberate
hear the bell
reverberate
know the bell
reverberate
know the bell
be the bell
know the bell
be the bell
ring the bell
be the bell
ring the bell
time is here
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poetry
Dec 26, 2020 6:34:00 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Dec 26, 2020 6:34:00 GMT -5
ring the bell time is here hear the bell time is here hear the bell reverberate hear the bell reverberate know the bell reverberate know the bell be the bell know the bell be the bell ring the bell be the bell ring the bell time is here Quite inspired glimmer, it's like the written poetry version of a sung-"round". |
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