Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die.

-Anonymous

This Is the Real Tao

Anyone unwilling to settle for ready-made philosophy
must learn to stitch together something suitable
from the scraps life hands us--
and so:
if the bolts aren't rusty
and the wood doesn't split
and the plastic bags provided contain all the right parts,
then I
must balance
that with the times when
I go to the hardware store twice
and return twice
with the wrong bracket, the too-long bolt.

When I hit the nail on the head,
I recall the day it was my thumb
and account the sweet thunk of steel biting wood
to comfort my old injury
and do this without dimming the pleasure of today,
a day when things go unaccountably right.

Bob Engel

Cathedrals, from Magazine, by Jump Little Children
In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, peices left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric
Fence across the borders between
Continents

In the cathedrals of new york and
Rome there is a feeling that you should
Just go home and spend a lifetime
Finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings the
Architecture is slowly peeling marble
Statues and glass dividers someone
is watching all of the outsiders the line
Moves slowly through the numbered
Gate past the mosaic of the head of
State

In the cathedrals of new york and
Rome there is a feeling that you should
Just go home and spend a lifetime
Finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings of
Open arches endlessly kneeling sonic
Landscapes echoing vistas someone
is listening from a safe distance the
Line moves slowly into a fading light a
Final moment in the dead of night

In the cathedrals of new york and
Rome there is a feeling that you should
Just go home and spend a lifetime
Finding out just where that is

Hold On by* Sarah McLachlan
 
Hold on 
Hold on to yourself 
for this is gonna hurt like hell 
Hold on 
Hold on to yourself 
you know that only time will tell 
What is it in me that refuses to believe 
this isn't easier than the real thing 
My love 
you know that you're my best friend 
you know I'd do anything for you 
my love 
let nothing come between us 
my love for you is strong and true 
Am I in heaven here or am I... 
at the crossroads I am standing 
So now you're sleeping peaceful 
I lie awake and pray 
that you'll be strong tomorrow and we'll 
see another day and we will praise it 
and love the light that brings a smile 
across your face 
Oh god if you're out there won't you hear me 
I know that we've never talked before 
oh god the man I love is leaving 
won't you take him when he comes to your door 
Am I in heaven here or am I in hell 
at the crossroads I am standing 
So now you're sleeping peaceful 
I lie awake and pray 
that you'll be strong tomorrow and we'll 
see another day and we will praise it 
and love the light that brings a smile 
across your face... 
Hold on 
hold on to yourself 
for this is gonna hurt like hell   

 

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