On your nostalgia...
To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward - M.F.B.
On the "O" issue...
We often fool ourselves
And say that it's love
Only cause when it's gone
We end up being lonely
So how are we to know
That it just isn't so
That we just have to let each other go
There were many times
When we shared precious moments
But later realized they were only stolen moments
So how are we to know
That it just wasn't so
That we just had to let each other go
If loving you is all that means to me
When being happy is all I hope you'd be
Then loving you must mean
I really have to set you free
--excerpt from Set You Free (Side A)
On Getting Old...
Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. - Franz Kafka
On Everythingelse...
When My Mind is Still - Paul Beattie
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks -- desires -- nothing but another's good,
The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow
Because of these challenges to my essential being.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity,
And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.
If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,
And they will be more able to accept me.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,With more profound seriousness and earnest service,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.
Simplicity is the glory of expression. Walt Whitman.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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