Oh, gentle Light

I ‘ll try to get it right just one more time
You did not converse with me in words
You were simply present with your Light

Nowhere did I feel your power and might
You were no eagle, but a little bird
I ‘ll try to get it right just one more time.pp

Who made our language with its subtle rhymes?
The ancient people had their well trained Scribes
You were always there,oh gentle Light

You gave me warmth, you changed my too fixed sight
A comforter , a Spirit, how describe?
I ‘ll try to get it right a final time.

The agony inside me lost its bitep
I wanted to go on, to be alive
You do not always show your golden Light

We do not know when we at last arrive
We do not reach this meeting place by strife
I ‘ve tried to get it right this final time
I never saw such Gold until that night

Choose not death

The crushing grief when someone chooses death
When life had shown much promise and much hope
Turns the ones who loved to find new paths

Some may sin, encouraged by cruel wrath
Against the one who chose the wicked rope
The shock of grief at such too early death

Others freeze and cannot take a breath
Scarcely moving as their mind elopes
Making then impossible their path

The mountains of deep grief I could not pass
Until a warm gold light caressed my0 heart
The wounds of grief , the sacrifice, the Mass

Do not dwell in darkness and distress
Follow me he murmured while we start
I will help you find a different path

The golden light had brought for me a chart
The sea of life had ripples ,brilliant sparks
The suffering and the grief from such a death
Turned the one who loved onto this path.

The silent indifference of God or dollars

The Argentinian poet, essayist and short story writer Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) wrote that all poets are really just one poet, a universal consciousness, a single mind. He believed that our earthly condition is necessarily broken and incomplete, and that our recognition of this state of being is a requirement of our potential enlightenment. He thought that this brokenness can give us a glimpse of and perhaps a path to that greater existence of which we are a part.

The brokenness of existence is Leonard Cohen’s theme. Incompletion perpetually striving towards completion. The agony and ecstasy of love. The silent indifference of God.

A film set in a geriatric Ward based on a play by Alan Bennett

It’s the sort of institution familiar to Eyre from the experience of his mother, who spent 10 years in an exemplary county hospital in Dorchester. “The care was wonderful. The nurses loved her,” he says, sitting swaddled in a ski jacket in an old storeroom at St Ann’s. “But then they changed the policy and said: ‘We’re not having geriatric incurable.’ So they pushed her out to a care home. She was dead within a week.”^^

The hand upon my tiller

Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.

Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I  still belong.

I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long.

The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.

Our lives, the dance

We walked in rhythm  as if life were our dance
Holding hands, we smiled   whilst on our way
Exchanging too  a soft and loving glance
We walked in rhythm  as if  love were a dance 
Showing both the strength and  the nuance
I wish my love were still with me  at play
We walked in rhythm, our life  a home made dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our wa

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How fascinating

ADHD can be easily diagnosed. Anybody who is alive in an industrialised country has got this disorder.

If your autistic spectrum disorder makes you afraid of looking into people’s eyes that will be very good if you live in London because you willl meet hundreds of people on the underground everyday. If you met all those eyes you would go mad m

If you are very quiet and introverted it’s a good thing you know society because you never know when the intelligence services are listening to your phone calls and even pretending to be your friends so you will talk to them. Don’t mention quantum mechanics I can’t even find a car mechanic.

If you are impotent at least you won’t get a sexually transmitted disease.

If you lose your voice at least no one will tape you talking to your Muslim neighbour when you want one of their recipes. For food

Never talk with free floatiyng attention but do listen that way

Don’t look with free floating attention because it makes you look shifty and you’re more likely to be stopped and searched especially when you don’t know what you are doing but just watching things freely floating by.