December 2011
7 posts
“For what is it to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? And when...”
– Khalil Gibran
moonhymns:
This existence, this universal heartbeat, this realm of endless possibility — is a gift from the infinite unknown and we, as individuals and as a whole, carry the power to make it extraordinary. How beautiful is that? The world is what we make it because we are the world.
“The string vibrates. The steel string vibrates. The skin. The calfskin. The...”
– Susan Griffin
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out // The...
If only you had woken up, just for a minute. If only you had been able to talk to us, see us, consciously be with us for that small fraction of time. A minute to say what you needed to before you died. A minute to cry with us, laugh with us, kiss us back, share the joy of your presence one last time. A minute to explain what happened, what had actually induced this coma. A minute for us to scold...