O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back
"Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone? O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."
I submit for your approval my thoughts, ideas and inspirations, and I can't wait to hear about yours.
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were you at the needtobreathe concert at house of blues boston?
Asked by gravity--staythehellawayfromme
I was, right up front! It was amazing, my sister and I have seen them three times now, met them last year. You?
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There is no condition that you cannot modify into something more, any more than there is any painting that you can paint and not like and just paint over it again. There are many limiting thoughts in the human environment that make it feel like it is not so, as you have these incurable illnesses, or these unchangeable conditions. But we say, they are only ‘unchangeable’ because you believe they are…Abraham Hicks
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Silence never won rights. They are not handed down from above; they are forced by pressures from below.Roger Baldwin
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If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.Buddha
