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Monthly Archives: May 2009

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In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

~ Bob Dylan – Every Grain of Sand ~

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“The life of the thoughtful man leads a path of many windings, here the road runs straight ..there it is checked
here winged thoughts may pour forth freely in words..there the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence:
but when two people are together in their inmost hearts their strength can shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze
and when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts..their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids.”
~ Confucius ~

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Lilacs are by far one of my most favorite flowers. Their scent is intoxicating and sometimes I feel If I linger in their wondrous perfume I become heady. It takes me away to someplace I know I’ve been but have no recollection of.. maybe in a past life I lived in a house surrounded with them. If only I could have them around me all the time.. ah but then, they may not be as magical.. I would hate to think I would grow tired of the smell.,maybe that’s why they are only in bloom for a few weeks. Their perfume is too much for people.. we can only take it in small doses for short periods of time. I think I’m ok with that. I like that this is one of those times in the seasons that I look most forward to..

I’ll savor the next couple of weeks .. drink in their perfume and try to imagine that house from before with all the lilacs…

~ peace ~