morfe
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Moon-Struck...
Aug 17, 2000, 01:18
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This tiny electronic corner of the world, and all you, are a precious commodity. I get emotional.
So I steal and re-dedicate this to you all...
'On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the curach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow wind
work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak,
to mind your life.'
(Anam Cara, John O'Donohue)
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Moon Cat
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Re: Moon-Struck...
Aug 17, 2000, 10:30
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Thank you Morfe.
What a truly spendid thing you did.
That's made my day. Wish I had something to give in return. Hmmm
...erm Howzabout
God, Goddess
You, me,
Him, Her,
Us, we
One
Hope
Love. :-)
Moon Cat 11.30am 17/08/2000CE
Soz for cakness...bit rushed.
TTFN :-)
MC
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