Into the Dark

February 27, 2007

Feet

Amar Khoday

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There were stairs they were steep

I was falling falling deep


You were there you were small


There was screaming down the hall

 

I’ve been here sleeping all these years


There comes a time we all know

There’s a place that we must go

Into the soul into the heart

Into the dark

 

 

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Reverie

Mark Esposito

 

 

There was fire there was death

There was lying on your breath

I turned away I would pretend

But the burning never ends

 

I’ve been here sleeping all these years


There was a wave over the house

There was fear choked in my mouth

You were there you left your mark

As I stumbled in the dark

 

 

Melissa Etheridge

 

 

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Heather’s Gate

John Running

 

 

Solitude

February 26, 2007

Tsoknyi Rinpoche Throws Wind Horse Prayers

Copyright

Jame Gritz

 

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I am like a flag surrounded by distances.

 

I sense winds that are coming, and must live them,

 

while the things down below don’t yet stir:

 

the doors still close softly, and in the chimneys there’s silence;

 

the windows don’t tremble yet, and the dust is still calm.

 

 

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Darek Banesik

 

 

Then I know the storms already and grow embroiled like the sea.

 

And spread myself out and plunge deep inside myself

 

and cast myself off and am entirely alone

 

in the great storm.

 

Ranier Maria Rilke

 

 

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Your Heart’s Desire

Bruce Barone

My Last Sigh: Flickr

Somebody Loves Me

February 26, 2007

Mike Sibthorp

 

 

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When this world began

It was heaven’s plan

There should be a girl for ev’ry single man

To my great regret

Someone has upset

Heaven’s pretty programme for we’ve never met

I’m clutching at straws, just because

I may meet him yet

 

 

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Hotel Clerk

Ric Savid

 

 

Somebody loves me, I wonder who

I wonder who he can be

Somebody loves me, I wish I knew,

Who can he be worries me.

For ev’ry boy who passes me I shout, “ Hey, maybe

You were meant to be my loving baby.”

Somebody loves me, I wonder who,

Maybe it’s you.

 

Lyrics:

Ballard McDonald

B.G “Buddy” De Sylva

Music:

George Gershwin

Sung By:

Doris Day

Lena Horne

 

P.S. I searched long and hard for an audio of Lena Singing. I heard her on Pandora; I have linked her to there. Can I tell ya? I almost banged my head on my mouse! Doris links to a recording. I still own Doris Day albums! (Shhhhsss! Don’t tell anyone!)

Kim

Be Near Me

February 24, 2007

Copyright James Gritz

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You who demolish me, you whom I love

be near me. Remain near me when evening,

drunk on the blood of the skies,

becomes night, in its one hand

a perfumed balm, in the other

a sword sheathed in the diamond of stars.

 

 

Be near me when night laments or sings,

or when it begins to dance,

in steel blue anklets ringing with grief.

 

 

Be here when longings, long submerged

in the heart’s waters resurface

and when everyone begins to look:

Where is the assassin In whose sleeve

is hidden the redeeming knife?

 

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Two

Vladamir Kush

 

And when wine, as it is poured, is the sobbing

of children whom nothing will console-

when nothing holds,

when nothing is:

at that dark hour when night mourns,

be near me, my destroyer, my lover,

be near me.

 

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

 

 

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Chagrin

Xavier Jarry-Lacombe

Spring is Coming!

February 21, 2007

 

I know it is. It is 35 degrees out at 1:31 AM.

Oh my, I realize I have to budget my garden now!

Woo Hootie!

Sun and muddy floors are my joy. (What can I say with 4 cats and a dog who have had cabin fever for 4 weeks!)

Get down with my bodacious spring ass self. And, who cares if it snows again? It’s coming!

Playing in the Mud Kim

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Pomegranates

Lorissa Shepstone

The Heart’s Truth

February 21, 2007

Manolis Tsantakis

 

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I am privileged to work with what we call non-traditional students in the world of higher (ahem) education. Today I met with Kim who is just finishing her first term. She took a course called Reorientation to Higher Education to get her feet back into college life boots; she is a mother of 3 sons, a grandmother for the first time, married, and has worked all her life. She is ready to finish her bachelor’s degree, a life long goal.

The only homework assignment in this class is a writing assignment given by Jay, an astounding writing teacher who can teach you commas and how to discover your own story in one breath.

Kim took the assignment to heart.

She arrived to discuss the spring schedule, or so I thought.

The first thing she did was hand me her paper for the Reorientation class. She said to me, “Please read this and tell me if it is good.” I did. It was about her childhood. She told of a childhood rippling with Cinderella images. I was astounded.

She pulled out one of those black and white bound “notebooks” and showed me pages and pages of writing. She carries it everywhere she goes now.

She is telling her story.

She is not a victim, she is not sad; she is exuberant in her newfound journey. I know pain will come, she is in the truth of her heart and that is good for her. She told me so and my little office filled with her awareness and energy.

I want her to know that she is part of my story, an inspired one that I am privileged to be part of.

And you?

Have you found the truth of your heart?

Be well,

Kim

 

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Monk Mahaparinirvana

Copyright: James Gritz

Truth of the Heart

February 21, 2007

 

 

Tohil Trevino

 

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I hear your questions
I see your face
Your life before you
Is full of grace
What can I tell you

To let you know
Your angel’s eyes
Will watch you grow

 


Come listen close
And I’ll try to let you know
It’s all I know

 


There is no magic
There are no secrets
We all begin this race at the start
But I have come this far
With a truth of the heart

 

 

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Tohil Trevino

 

 

Deep down inside
I think we’re all the same
Try not to judge someone
And never shame
I do believe that people are good
They just want hope and respect
And to be understood

 


Sometimes it’s hard sometimes it’s strange
But the truth of the heart is people can change

 


Yes there is danger and there are shadows
And there is fear inside the dark
It has powered countries and borne religion
Fear can never rule the heart

 


My father’s burden
My mother’s rain
My own desire
My sister’s pain
All souls have traveled along this road
Each one has carried their own heavy load

 

 

Melissa Etheridge

or

Here

 

 

 

 

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Manolis Tsantakis

My Calypso

February 19, 2007


Odysseus and Calypso

 

Greek Mythology

 

 

 

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I love classical literature; it was my worst educational moment when the instructor was dapper and about to retire. It felt like he was massacring them. After working long hours in a group home, I would come to his class in the evenings for 2.5 hours and want to tear my hair out. Or, sleep.

I loved the plot, I loved the messy gods, and I loved the hubris, the tragedy.

They were written in a time when the male figure spoke through form, and that form is part of my love for this literature. Nonetheless, I was missing something. I guess I wanted it all.

I once read a novel based on a classical plot where the tragic hero was a lesbian who had lost her way. I was astounded. I hardly put it down.

Suzanne gives us another perspective on Calypso: What she suffered and how she loved and what she ultimately chose to do out of love.

I will be forever grateful to Suzanne Vega for this song and giving me a piece of what I was missing. It’s all in perspective, and there are so many perspectives and so little time!

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Kim

 

 

Suzanne Vega’s Page On Calypso

 

 

Calypso

February 18, 2007

 

Lisa Denning

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My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
And I waken to the dawn
A long time ago
I watched him struggle with the sea
I knew that he was drowning
And I brought him into me
Now today
Come morning light
He sails away
After one last night
I let him go.


My name is Calypso
My garden overflows
Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows
My hair it blows long
As I sing into the wind
My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
I tell of nights
Where I could taste the salt on his skin


Salt of the waves
And of tears
And though he pulled away,
I kept him here for years
I let him go


My name is Calypso
I have let him go
In the dawn he sails away
To be gone forever more
And the waves will take him in again
But he’ll know their ways now
I will stand upon the shore
With a clean heart


And my song in the wind
The sand will sting my feet
And the sky will burn
It’s a lonely time ahead
I do not ask him to return
I let him go
I let him go

SuzanneVega

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Manolis Tsantakis

Symphony in Black and White

Prince of Darkness

February 17, 2007

 

 

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark

I don’t know when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve
I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave
But there was a time I asked my father for a dollar
And he gave it a ten dollar raise
And when I needed my mother and I called her
She stayed with me for days


Now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place
I asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
Yeah but Ill tell you

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Children Series

Steven Gelberg

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(by grace, my sight grows stronger)
And I do not feel the romance I will not be
(and I will not be a pawn for the prince of darkness any longer)

Maybe there’s no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve
Oh the cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
I couldn’t hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heavens ceiling
And he almost pulled me under


Now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place
I asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
But Ill tell you


My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(by grace, my sight grows stronger)
And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
(grows stronger)
By grace
(my place is of the sun)
My sight
(and this place is of the dark)
Is growing stronger
(I do not feel the romance)
I will not be a pawn

(I will not be)
For the prince of darkness any longer

Indigo Girls

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Foothills of Mont Sainte-Victoire

Wendy Leach