[5367] in Central_America
New quotes for Fri Mar 25
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Fri Mar 25 04:26:51 1994
Date: Fri, 25 Mar 1994 04:26:14 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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eytan (Eytan Adar):
Sorry I'm not currently logged on
I was last spotted on Fri Mar 25 00:22:20 EST 1994
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othomas (oliver thomas):
Could it be love's words I fear,
Or pale rejection?
Can I whisper the immortal words
If no joy upon your face they bring?
Shall I love in fearful silence
With no way to dull this wretched burning?
Would you run from me?
Would I pursue?
Would tender kisses ease your fears,
Or bid them grow?
I shall never know, for courage escapes me,
So I die.
-D. Rowden
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sorokin (Jessie Stickgold-Sarah):
Hello
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone out there
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just some basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
OK
Just a little pin-prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through the waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what we're saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
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yandros (Chad Phillip Brown):
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon
the people, and there fell a stillness upon
them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to
him,
Though the sword hidden among his
pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in
him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your
growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that
quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto
himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred
fire, that you may become sacred bread for
God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your
heart, and in that knowledge become a
fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only
love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover
your nakedness and pass out of love's
threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall
laugh, but not all of your laughter, and
weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes
naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be
possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say,
``God is in my heart,'' but rather, ``I am
in the heart of God.''
And think not that you can direct the
course of love, for love, if it finds you
worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill
itself.
But if you love and must needs have
desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that
sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding
of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and
give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate
love's ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with
gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in your heart and a song of praise
upon your lips.
Excerpted from _The Prophet_
Kahlil Gibran
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/yandros/home_page.html">chad</a>
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