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A Grateful Deadhead

Thanks, Time to emphasize empathy because immigrants aren’t the enemy.

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well said.

well said.

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Empathy

Who cries for the homeless, hopeless and ill
Finding scripture dry and prescriptions refill?
Once hooked, they’re praying for pure poppy pills
Because life’s not easy climbing man made hills.

Who sings for those grown lonesome and old
With their dreams denied and denials untold?
Hardened by aging and shoulders turned cold
From the restless young and the recklessly bold.

Who walks with those of color in this land
On a trail of tears facing a pale plan?
Bridges burnt, walls built, and the clueless clutch clans
As hate becomes common for our fellow man.

Who knew the tales we learned when we were young
Of justice for all, doesn’t include the unsung?
Until they have a ladder to climb each rung
Our leaders still speak with a serpent’s tongue.

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4 / 20 FOR 25

HIGH ! ! !

I AM

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HUMBLED

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RUBY FROM LONG BEACH

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WITHIN

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PLEASE . . . LOVE MORE

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FOLLOW

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ROAD

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LOVINGLY

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HENCE

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PROVIDE { THROUGH & WITH GOD . . . ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE . . . }

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FREEDOM ! ! !

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VIA

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THE 4 / 20 FOR 25

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Undone

Most of my life
I’ve lived alone
In this life
Watching lives unfold.

Those I’ve loved
Were loved unknown
No love’s returned
If love’s untold.

When I leave
Dead leaves on bone
All I leave
Are leaves unrolled.

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Once

Once, you opened up our eyes
Once, you said "let there be light"
Once, you walked upon the sea
Once, you rose to set us free

Once, you calmed the storm above
Once, you fed us with your Love
Once, you made the dead to rise
Once, you turned water to wine

For you are the life and
You are the way and
You are the truth that brightens our day
So I'm just gonna watch and wait for Love

Once, you travelled through the land
Once, you healed us with your hand
Once, you taught us to be kind
Once, you changed the course of time

For you are the life and
You are the way and
You are the truth that brightens our day
So I'm just gonna watch and wait
for Love

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Thanks

Thanks

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Wow, amazing

Wow, amazing

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To Believe

To Believe
11/10/17

I have died a thousand deaths
Still you take away my breath
And Lord I need you by my side
Or I won't make it through the night
You've shown me things I never knew
There's mystery in all you do
And even if the sun don't shine
I'll love you 'till the end of time

You lift me up and lead me on
You gave me hope when it was gone
I saw your smile through my tears
And knew there's nothing left to fear
Some things we aren't meant to see
And some things they won't ever be
As long as it's still you and me
There's still a reason to believe

chorus
And yes, there's still a magic we can share
It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air
And yes, oh baby yes I still believe
If we try we can find everything we need

The seasons come the seasons go
There's always something new to know
Cause nothing ever stays the same
The weather always wants to change
So feel the sun and watch the storm
And let each day a new love form
A vision of what's meant to be
To hold us for eternity

And yes, there's still a magic we can share
It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air
And yes, oh baby yes I still believe
If we try we can find everything we need

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The Manifestations of the Voyage

my house's stairway is seized
with vertigo.
Matter having forsaken its laws,
we land in hell,
ascending to heaven.

Shadows move along ladders
under the silence of ordinary things
there is another silence:
it belongs neither to the leaves nor to the
dead

with a crown of birds circling
him
a child is running in an abandoned
house
the stairway takes the measure of
its own emptiness

I myself am the stairway that
Time has used in its
funeral course

wheels lift water in the
gardens of Hama
and come down
not waiting for the river
to put out the fire

Here we are left with
the river Seine and Paris's poisons.
I prefer gardens where
linden trees get ready for
a lunar voyage

The stairway that separates my
room from my memory
whispers in my ear...

I am not at the mercy of men
since trees live in my fantasies
men and trees long for fire
and call for the rain
I love rains which carry desires
to
oceans.

Between one airplane and
another
space is disoriented
stars sneak into holes and brides
go naked to wells

their innocence wanes under
our eyes
You and I are made from a
worm-eaten wood

The Word has sunk
we are left with no cry gesture
or gaze
silence to us is forbidden.

We are threatened neither by life
nor by death
nor forced to admire the Spring

I found earth-castles on the edge
of the desert's torrents
I took their marble stairs
but could not find my way either
up or down
then I understood that I was
in a state of non-reason
and non-madness
and that the gardens of Andalusia
were standing
ready to die.

Two cities Two tears
Let insanity keep between
its skirts
legs
within its black eyes
the fright of my adolescence
and the nocturnal walk on the hills:
which hill?
I mean the kingdom that a man carries
in his gut when
his love's fulfilled.

Two cities which are neither Beirut
nor Damascus
two tears: neither of alcohol nor of
rain
Yes there has been a truck
and a blue-eyed woman
from Russia
—grey olive tree—
I was a butterfly caught by
a fire:
neither the day's not the night's
but the
incandescence that radiates
from the body like a
receding sickness,
Let tombs stay open!

The stairway which leads to my
room
borrows its metals from Babylon
The Prophet's Ascension
had two movements
we fell into whirlpools
of mud
and the wind followed his horse
A tempest went after
the sun's steps
The Prophet swam through waves
of clouds
a river of gold carried his
vessel
and away from the sun he reached Paradise
a Paradise made of light.

The stairway which leads to my room
leads to an observatory
I own two telescopes
to observe stars and black holes
and take mechanized stairs
which advance with no advance

my hair spins with
sunflowers

Illegitimate is this linden tree
which shakes by my door

let us get ready for Hell!

Cursed be messengers
tossing about water's tranquility
and building forest fences

Oh that the wind go quicker than us!
that we may be smothered by light!

This linden tree standing by my door
weights heavy on my days
I will finally marry it
and we shall bring children
condemned to terror

this tree looks at me
with insistence:
It will be kept waiting
until Time's end.

- Etel Adnan

from "The Manifestations of the Voyage" from The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage.

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