Love One Another
Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping;
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
--Kahil Gibran
Ride on the wind....forever
I Want To Ride On The Wind… Forever
I Want To Ride Over Land and Sea
I Want To Ride on The Wind… Forever
… and I Want You Riding With Me…
I Want To Ride On The Wind Over Mountains
And Touch The Sky, So Blue
Then Raise Oceans, Like Sparkling Fountains
And Splash Through Water, Kissing You
I Want To Ride On The Wind… Hold Its Mane
Ride The Wind… Wild and Free
For The Wind – Will Never Be Tame…
So Hold On Tight and Just… Breathe…
… Ride The Wind – Let It Begin – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Breathe It In – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Blow Again – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Raise The Wind – Ride The Wind!
I Want To Ride On The Wind – In The Moonlight
I Want To Ride On The Wind – In The Clouds
And Wave To The Wings of Eagles in Flight
… then Float like Snow – Dancing Down
I Want To Ride On The Wind Forever
I Want To Ride and Rush-Up Rainbow-Stairs
I Want To Ride On The Wind – Forever
For Your Sweet-Breath Beckons Me… Everywhere
… Ride The Wind – Let It Begin – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Breathe It In – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Blow Again – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Raise The Wind – Ride The Wind!
I Want To Ride on The Wind… Forever
… and I Want You Riding With Me…
I Want To Ride On The Wind Over Mountains
And Touch The Sky, So Blue
Then Raise Oceans, Like Sparkling Fountains
And Splash Through Water, Kissing You
I Want To Ride On The Wind… Hold Its Mane
Ride The Wind… Wild and Free
For The Wind – Will Never Be Tame…
So Hold On Tight and Just… Breathe…
… Ride The Wind – Let It Begin – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Breathe It In – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Blow Again – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Raise The Wind – Ride The Wind!
I Want To Ride On The Wind – In The Moonlight
I Want To Ride On The Wind – In The Clouds
And Wave To The Wings of Eagles in Flight
… then Float like Snow – Dancing Down
I Want To Ride On The Wind Forever
I Want To Ride and Rush-Up Rainbow-Stairs
I Want To Ride On The Wind – Forever
For Your Sweet-Breath Beckons Me… Everywhere
… Ride The Wind – Let It Begin – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Breathe It In – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Blow Again – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Raise The Wind – Ride The Wind!
MoonBee Canady
Badger Clark, Cowboy Poet
"To Her"...is my favorite Badger Clark poem because it is the kind of poetry Dave wrote for me.
I wonder, who will write poetry for me now?
I wonder, who will write poetry for me now?
The Free Wind
I went and worked in a drippin' mine
'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood,
For the dark it seemed lit with a dollar sign
And they told me money's good.
So I jumped and sweat for a flat-foot boss
Till my pocket bulged with pay,
But my heart it fought like a led bronc hawse
Till I flung my drill away.For the wind, the wind, the good free wind,
She sang from the pine divide
That the sky was blue and the young years few
And the world was big and wide!
From the poor, bare hills all gashed with scars
I rode till the range was crossed;
Then I watched the gold of the sunset bars
And my camp-sparks glintin' toward the starts
And laughed at the pay I'd lost.I went and walked in the city way
Down a glitterin' canyon street,
For the thousand lights looked good and gay
And they said life there was sweet.
So the wimmin laughed while night reeled by
And the wine ran red and gold,
But their laugh was the starved wolf's huntin' cry
And their eyes were hard and old.And the wind, the wind, the clean free wind,
She laughed through April rains:
"Come out and live by the wine I give
In the smell of the greenin' plains!"
And I looked back once to the smoky towers
Where my face had bleached so pale,
Them loped through the lash of drivin' showers
To the uncut sod and the prairie flowers
And the old wide life o' the trail.I went and camped in the valley trees
Where the thick leaves whispered rest,
For love lived there 'mong the honey bees,
And they told me love was best.
There the twilight lanes were cool and dim
And the orchards pink with May,
Yet my eyes they'd lift to the valley's rim
Where the desert reached away.And the wind, the wind, the wild free wind,
She called from the web love spun
To the unbought sand of the lone trail land
And the sweet hot kiss o' the sun!
Oh, I looked back twice to the valley lass,
Then I set my spurs and sung,
For the sun sailed up above the pass
And the mornin' wind was in the grass
And my hawse and me was young.
To Her...
Cut loose a hundred rivers,
Roaring across my trail,
Swift as the lightning quivers,
Loud as a mountain gale.
I build me a boat of slivers;
I weave me a sail of fur,
And ducks may founder and die
But I
Cross that river to her!
Roaring across my trail,
Swift as the lightning quivers,
Loud as a mountain gale.
I build me a boat of slivers;
I weave me a sail of fur,
And ducks may founder and die
But I
Cross that river to her!
Bunch the deserts together,
Hang three suns in the vault;
Scorch the lizards to leather,
Strangle the springs with salt.
I fly with a buzzard feather,
I dig me wells with a spur,
And snakes may famish and fry
But I
Cross that desert to her!
Hang three suns in the vault;
Scorch the lizards to leather,
Strangle the springs with salt.
I fly with a buzzard feather,
I dig me wells with a spur,
And snakes may famish and fry
But I
Cross that desert to her!
Murder my sleep with revel;
Make me ride through the bogs
Knee to knee with the devil,
Just ahead of the dogs.
I harrow the Bad Lands level,
I teach the tiger to purr,
For saints may wallow and lie
But I
Go clean-hearted to her!
Make me ride through the bogs
Knee to knee with the devil,
Just ahead of the dogs.
I harrow the Bad Lands level,
I teach the tiger to purr,
For saints may wallow and lie
But I
Go clean-hearted to her!
My husband died a month ago. He'd been sick for a long time and while his death was not surprising (cancer deaths rarely are), the speed with which the disease took him at the end was unexpected. He wasn't only my spouse, he was my best friend, my lover, teacher, mentor, right arm, strength, he was my everything.
Now I am in the throes of grief. It is like an unseen animal that is constantly gnawing away at me. I don't want to feel like this, I want my best friend back. I want to see him sitting in his favorite chair, playing his acoustic and working out the lyrics to a new song. I want to smell the heat of his skin and I want to touch him all over. I want to roll over in our bed at night and just listen the rhythm of his breathing. I want to talk to him, to tell him about what I read about Earth Day, about the new pictures of the grandkids, how the new garden looked after the recent rains, how much I love him.
I want to make him a favorite meal and watch him savor every bite. I want to hear his voice, tell him he needs to comb his hair, hear him say that he loves me one more time. I want to feel safe, content and loved again. I don't want to feel the way I feel now.
I have never been a weak person but now I feel completely helpless. Nothing in my life seems to matter to me right now and I know that if he saw me in this shape, he would give me down the road for feeling so sorry for myself. "I'm dead!", he would say, "Get off your ass and do something positive. All this negative energy is no good for anybody! I loved you so much and this is what you are doing with that love? Come on, woman!" I can hear him now. And he would say it with such love that I would immediately want to jump up and do exactly what he said.
Only I can't. I am completely paralyzed by my emotions right now. Can't sleep at night, can't remember anything, can't stop crying, can't stop trying to make some or any sense of all of this. He'd be right, too, about the negative energy. I can feel it consuming me inside, leaving ashes instead of that fire the burned in me when he was alive. How did our perfect life fall completely apart like this? Why did he have to get cancer? Why did he have to die? Why not me? He deserved to live more than me. He's the one who was special. Why am I still here? Without him.
I hear people say sometimes that there should be a special Hell for those who commit heinous crimes, those unspeakable deeds that shock and appall most of us. I don't think I ever really believed in Hell at all but now I think that maybe I was wrong. I feel like I am living in a special Hell that is reserved for those who lose the ones they love most. In this Hell, you are somebody living out of body, on the outside looking in, floating untethered from the Earth and surrounded by blackness. This is like a grand punishment but I committed no crime. My only sin, if it is in fact a sin, was that I loved a mortal man too much. Is that why I am being punished? Because I worshipped at the altar of that man? I wonder.
These thoughts that run through my head now are disjointed and confusing. One minute I am almost blind with grief and at another I am overwhelmed with feelings of love for someone who will never again hold my hand, or kiss my lips. Someone who will never say my name again. Yet I still feel the love. Will I always?
I miss you, Dave.
Now I am in the throes of grief. It is like an unseen animal that is constantly gnawing away at me. I don't want to feel like this, I want my best friend back. I want to see him sitting in his favorite chair, playing his acoustic and working out the lyrics to a new song. I want to smell the heat of his skin and I want to touch him all over. I want to roll over in our bed at night and just listen the rhythm of his breathing. I want to talk to him, to tell him about what I read about Earth Day, about the new pictures of the grandkids, how the new garden looked after the recent rains, how much I love him.
I want to make him a favorite meal and watch him savor every bite. I want to hear his voice, tell him he needs to comb his hair, hear him say that he loves me one more time. I want to feel safe, content and loved again. I don't want to feel the way I feel now.
I have never been a weak person but now I feel completely helpless. Nothing in my life seems to matter to me right now and I know that if he saw me in this shape, he would give me down the road for feeling so sorry for myself. "I'm dead!", he would say, "Get off your ass and do something positive. All this negative energy is no good for anybody! I loved you so much and this is what you are doing with that love? Come on, woman!" I can hear him now. And he would say it with such love that I would immediately want to jump up and do exactly what he said.
Only I can't. I am completely paralyzed by my emotions right now. Can't sleep at night, can't remember anything, can't stop crying, can't stop trying to make some or any sense of all of this. He'd be right, too, about the negative energy. I can feel it consuming me inside, leaving ashes instead of that fire the burned in me when he was alive. How did our perfect life fall completely apart like this? Why did he have to get cancer? Why did he have to die? Why not me? He deserved to live more than me. He's the one who was special. Why am I still here? Without him.
I hear people say sometimes that there should be a special Hell for those who commit heinous crimes, those unspeakable deeds that shock and appall most of us. I don't think I ever really believed in Hell at all but now I think that maybe I was wrong. I feel like I am living in a special Hell that is reserved for those who lose the ones they love most. In this Hell, you are somebody living out of body, on the outside looking in, floating untethered from the Earth and surrounded by blackness. This is like a grand punishment but I committed no crime. My only sin, if it is in fact a sin, was that I loved a mortal man too much. Is that why I am being punished? Because I worshipped at the altar of that man? I wonder.
These thoughts that run through my head now are disjointed and confusing. One minute I am almost blind with grief and at another I am overwhelmed with feelings of love for someone who will never again hold my hand, or kiss my lips. Someone who will never say my name again. Yet I still feel the love. Will I always?
I miss you, Dave.
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