"Thanks for your recent support re my song,..e-mail,..& the recent blogg,...
' 'EVE'RYTHING,..WHAT PART CAN 'YOU' PLAY ? '
It's quite daunting to begin a quest of such personal,..& powerful energy,...
..so any help goes a long way !
Please feel free to put others on to this subject,..& to hand out my details,..
If you know of anyone who can help,..& of anyone in the ' media' Radio, TV ...press etc,..then please hook me up .
Dear Paula, thank you for joining the group and I'd be really happy if you share your experiences and thoughts with us. Much love and blessings for you!
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Charly Hill
May you be well,
Charly
Apr 20, 2009
LLOYD
"Thanks for your recent support re my song,..e-mail,..& the recent blogg,...
' 'EVE'RYTHING,..WHAT PART CAN 'YOU' PLAY ? '
It's quite daunting to begin a quest of such personal,..& powerful energy,...
..so any help goes a long way !
Please feel free to put others on to this subject,..& to hand out my details,..
If you know of anyone who can help,..& of anyone in the ' media' Radio, TV ...press etc,..then please hook me up .
My warm wishes come with this message .
Lloyd *
Apr 21, 2009
Silja Saareoks-Kaldre
SiljaApr 21, 2009
The Ancient One
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
- Li-Young Lee
Jun 4, 2009