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[dabiconcordia]

“Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” ― Bill Watterson

[dabiconcordia]

Grieve not

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 softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain. I am the fields of ripening grain. I am the morning hush. I am the graceful rush of beautiful birds in circling flight. I am the star shine of the night. I am the flowers that bloom. I am in a quiet room. I am the birds that sing. I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. By Mary Frye

[dabiconcordia]

FULL MOON

To live in an old shack by the sea (And breathe the sweet salt air) To live with the dawn and the dusk The new moon and the full moon The tides the wind and the rain... To surf and comb the beach And gather drift-wood and shells And know the thrill of loneliness And lose all sense of time And be free

To hike over the island to the village And visit the marketplace And enjoy the music and the food and the people And do a little trading And see the great ships come and go

And in the evening (When the sky is on fire) Heaven and earth become my great open cathedral Where all men are brothers Where all things are bound by law And crowned with love Poor, alone and happy I make a fire on the beach And as darkness covers the face of the deep Lie down in the wild grass And dream the dream that the dreamers dream I am the wind, the sea, the evening star I am everyone, anyone, no one By Eden Ahbez