Can't you see where memories are kept bright? Tripping on the water like a laughing girl. Time in her eyes is spawning past life, One with the ocean and the woman unfurled, Holding all the love that waits for you here. Catch us now for I am your future. A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land. Come over here to where When lingers, Waiting in this empty world, Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools. For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave, And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools. We are of the going water and the gone. We are of water in the holy land of water And all that's to come runs in With the thrust on the strand. John Carder Bush  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
Doing the Right ThingMany thanks to all of you who have inspired me to ponder on human obligations and human flaws this week, in many different ways. There was a pattern. I couldn't ignore it. I think I was in my thirties before I came across the word ethics,... more
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