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 Mostly Cloudy 61°/43° |  Partly Cloudy 68°/43° |
Thoughts are free, who can guess them? They flee by like nocturnal shadows. No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them with powder and lead: Thoughts are free! I think what I want, and what delights me, still always reticent, and as it is suitable. My wish and desire, no one can...
Oh blue beauty! Oh blue Beauty! Out of the blue you have come! Not one knows of your arrival, You were just there one misty morning beckoning all to come, come and rest. Rest, thee says, Rest! Thou hast watched the tide come in and hath witnessed it go out. Where thou hast...
You too will find your strength. We who must live in this time cannot imagine how strong you will become– how strange, how surprising, yet familiar as yesterday We will sense you like a fragrance from a nearby garden and watch you move through our days like a shaft of sunlight in a sickroom....
Tell me: how is this night different From all other nights? How, tell me, is this Passover Different from all other Passovers? Light the lamp, open the door wide So the pilgrim can come in, Gentile or Jew; Under the rags perhaps the prophet is concealed. Let him enter and sit down with us;...
God speaks to each of us as He makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame & make big shadows I can move in. Let...
What is in the end to be shrunken, Begins by being first stretched out. What is in the end to be weakened, Begins by being first made strong, What is in the end to be thrown down, Begins by being first set on high. What is in the end to be despoiled, Begins by...
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and...
His Running My Running Mid-autumn late autumn At dayfall in leaf-fall A runner comes running. How easy his striding How light his footfall His bare legs gleaming. Alone he emerges Emerges and passes Alone, sufficient. When autumn was early Two runners came running Striding together Shoulder to shoulder Pacing each other A perfect pairing...
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