October 20, 2007

  • turn turn turn


    spring 2006-the hague


     To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time for every purpose, under heaven

    A time to be born, a time to die
    A time to plant, a time to reap
    A time to kill, a time to heal
    A time to laugh, a time to weep

    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time for every purpose, under heaven

    A time to build up,a time to break down
    A time to dance, a time to mourn
    A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time for every purpose, under heaven

    A time of love, a time of hate
    A time of war, a time of peace
    A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time for every purpose, under heaven

    A time to gain, a time to lose
    A time to rend, a time to sew
    A time to love, a time to hate
    A time for peace, I swear its not too late


    [the Byrds-Words-adapted from the bible, book of ecclesiastes
    Music-pete seeger]



     


     



     


    [another saturday.another cold morning.winter breath coming slowly by.


    peace.inner peace.


    outside hell flourishing on the streets of the low lands.


     there's something floating in the air altering


    human behavior.there's something floating in the air altering human


    tissues.there's something in the air altering the natural flow of pure


    energy...love.


    my friend Chris waits  to be urgently operated


    in Amsterdam.the carcinoma doesn't wait.it's a matter of individual circumstances


    my friend.some trees are part of a beautiful garden having their own gardener.others


    grow in the wild without special care.


    we are just a bit fed up with the pain and the odor of putrefacted tissues.for the pain


    OxyContin helps.you sleep endlessly the whole day through.it's like having you


    and not having you.but we still hope for a positive result.half of your face will be


    reconstructed...and still 35 days of radiotherapy after surgery.will you be able to hold


    on till the 29th?Ali is so afraid of losing you....and I am so sorry you are not a tree


    from a beautiful rich garden...with a special gardener...to treat you right now.


    it's saturday...peace.]


     


     


     


Comments (4)

  • :heartbeat: ))))    something in the air    yes    hope you are well   it is supposed to be Autumn here  today there is a breeze but into the 80's next week  we were supposed to have rain  but that proved to be an almost empty promise   the trees are dropping curled barely colored leaves   my sweaters are clean & folded  but it maybe next summer before i can wear them:lol:  i miss corresponding with you   ithas been a crazy month   i am well   hope you are too  i will hold you friend in my thoughts  (as much as we care for living things are you not getting tired of seeing them mangled & sick ? ) God have mercy on us   love mme

  • :) ps this verse stays on my desk  my grandfather had it as the main verse  for his funeral  i always thought he leftit just for me  a bit of Solomon's wisdom to remind me of patience & the natural unfolding of things   he  my papaw, was my favorite  still is  lol  :spinning:

  • I have always liked this poem (song). I hope things go well with your friend. One foot in front of the other during some periods of life - at least mine. ~ Diane Clancy

  • ryc: not so much dead as misaligned. It all depends on where i am in the drug cycle.

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