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Tuesday, 10. September 2002

Bible stuff



There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven--

A time to give birth and a time to die; A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.

A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to tear down and a time to build up.

A time to weep and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance.

A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.

A time to search and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep and a time to throw away.

A time to tear apart and a time to sew together; A time to be silent and a time to speak.

A time to love and a time to hate; A time for war and a time for peace.

  • Ecclesiastes 3:1 - 3.8 Holy Bible

Ashok, who is a Christian made me, should I rather say inspired me ,to dig out the copy of Testatment I had somewhere and read it very carefully reflecting on the wisdom it cotains. I was reading the above passage this morning(strange how the will to wake up by 7.00 am no matter what is already manifesting!!) and was struck by the poetic beauty of it as well as the message those words held for my day. I got goosebumps and this passage has been on my mind all day now.

Ok now I am off, time to study and time to do taekwondo. Peace!!




Collected Noise

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Monday, 9. September 2002

By Heart - John Thomas



The years pass like summer's southern rain, And time tends to gray the pain, Bury the senses and blur the consequences? Of leaving you.

The pictures hold no memories, No tragedies ensue. No longer can I taste the pleasure, The treasure of loving you.

Until I caught you in the air, A current so pure to assure my love. Savor my hesitation, Raze my concentration, And (for a moment) still my heart. Long enough to touch, taste, feel you again, And tear my soul apart.

For I can lose sight of the sound of your pleas, And escape the ease of your eyes. But I'll never forget the soft scent of your skin, And the way that it touched mine.




Big Book Of Poetry

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