Monday, May 17, 2010
without imagining storms
how would think
if the boat was my hope
And although the tide was very strong
I never lost my strength
I gave it my best
and the time the experience has left me
I loved what I could love
enjoyment of all in abundance
I enjoy life and I've never denied anything
I'm someone who learned to live
so without mysteries
need a moment to love
and forget what I have to forget
It was better that way
I never reproach
I have a heart to face me drunk Illusion
dreams that illuminates my senses
forces to build castles
I wanted to be as
and no one controls the soul
Love as I love ...
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
A local friend sent this to Me....This is for My brother Kevin Scott Varga on Death row in Texas. He has until May 12th, 2010 to live, before the Texas Death Machine claims another life.
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
~ A Hopi Indian Prayer~