Grateful Dead
MOURNING TO DANCING
He's turned my mourning into dancing again;
He lifted my sorrows.
I can't stay silent;
I must sing for His joy has come.
By
Tommy Walker
THE RIVER IS HERE
Down the mountain the river flows,
And it brings refreshing wherever it goes,
Through the valleys and over the fields
The river is rushing, and the river is here.
The river of God sets our feet to dancing;
The river of God fills our hearts with cheer;
The river of God fills our mouths with laughter,
And we rejoice for the river is here.
By
Andy Park
GOOD HEART
A GOOD HEART IS
BOTH IMPORTANT
AND EFFECTIVE IN
DAILY LIFE.
IF IN A
SMALL FAMILY, EVEN
WITHOUT CHILDREN,
THE MEMBERS HAVE A
WARM HEART FOR EACH OTHER,
A PEACEFUL ATMOSPHERE
WILL BE CREATED.
HOWEVER, IF ONE OF THE PERSONS
FEELS ANGRY, IMMEDIATELY THE
ATMOSPHERE IN THE HOUSE
BECOMES TENSE.
DESPITE GOOD FOOD OR A
NICE TELEVISION SET,
YOU WILL LOSE PEACE AND CALM.
THUS THINGS DEPEND MORE ON
THE MIND THAN ON THE MATTER.
MATTER IS IMPORTANT, WE MUST
HAVE IT, WE MUST USE IT PROPERLY
BUT IN THIS CENTURY WE MUST
COMBINE A GOOD BRAIN
WITH A GOOD HEART.
H.H. THE XIV TH DALAI LAMA
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Paper produced by hand and is a
double dowel scroll with a hand-
braided multi-colored string for
hanging. Brought to my home from
A World Peace Ceremony. Indeed,
a wonderful mediation for All, xo.
My girlfriend left me a prose note today, which I then arranged as lines of verse and added a title:
Two Unshooed
One fly
in here
and I swear
the door
was opened
momentarily
while carrying
the litter
out front
Second fly
in the front
house
not sure
how
that one
got in
Hey now. Hew now. Hai
-ku Hai-ku all day. Joco
mo fe no na na
Oops. I ran out of
syllables. Needed one more.
Sucks when that happens.
Nice to see you back in the poet's hangout. You've been missed!
"They are like trees
planted along the riverbank,
bearing fruit each season
without fail. Their leaves
never wither, and in all they
do, they prosper."
-Psalm I:3
NLT
Beautifully did Sunday morning
become Sunday Afternoon.
The Grateful Dead Hour Rocked
the Repeat Function of no.1083.
"In the end there's just a song..."
"Gonna make em shine..."
-Lovelight Intact-
~ sherbear, XO!
Welcome back!
LONE GOOSE
The flocks of geese are
Headed south
Honking and screeching
And forming into vees
Flying all night alone
Now the day breaks
But he doent know it, he doesn't rest
Or even slow down
He's got to get back To his one true love The only one who
Knows his sound
He calls and calls
As he flaps and flaps For
he knows she
Has many suitors
And their bright feathers
Might lure her away
So the day breaks
With a north wind
And dense fluffy clouds
And he honks her name
And flaps and flaps.
What do you see while you
gaze into a high mountain pool?
Do you perceive the reflection of
your exquisite Spirit?
What do you feel while you tread
the mossy carpet of a virgin forest?
Do you feel the heartbeat of It's
enchanted Sacred Ground?
What do you know while you stare in
wonder at the dark, stormy skies?
Do you then know the forceful Power
of the Great Spirit?
What do you see?
What do you feel?
What do you know?
May you acknowledge the voice within,
and harken to its power and wisdom.
-The Dawning Ember