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Something that sounds not nearly as nice in English!Furls Fire wrote:VS, what does what you just said mean?
OH, I love it Luke..beautifulvariol son wrote:Something that sounds not nearly as nice in English!
Ka kite, ka kite ano (car key teh, car key teh ah noh)= See you, see you again
I'm so sorry you got hit with it like this, birdie. I actually didn't come on here until 3 days after he passed. And even then it broke my heart to come and tell everyone. I know you loved him, he spoke of your love and caring..as well as Fist's, Duchy's, Luke's and everyone else's...so often. You all humbled him, he just couldn't believe how special he had become to everyone. I tried to show him, I hope in the end he understood how very special he was.Birdie wrote:Oh my god, talk about being blindsided......I haven't been here all week, I've been so busy with costumes, and I just got on today to check on Shadow.....and.....I guess I was expecting it, but not really....I was hoping....I really don't have anything to say, I've never lost a friend before. I'll post better later.....
Love you Shadow.
Huggles Furls...I'm so sorry you got hit with it like this, birdie.
Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death.
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek
it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are
blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery
of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of
death, open your heart wide unto the body
of life.
For life and death are one, even as the
river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden
the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling
of the shepherd when he stands before the
king whose hand is to be laid upon him in
honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his
trembling, that he shall wear the mark of
the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trem-
bling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked
in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to
free the breath from its restless tides, that
it may rise and expand and seek God unen-
cumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of
silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the moun-
tain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your
limbs, then shall you truly dance.
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-excerpt from The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran
from The Farewell Kahlil Gibran......Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.......
hehehe...Fist and Faith wrote:Say WHAT?? WHAT???Furls Fire wrote:Stephen C. McKinney...10 years old, 1979