“You'll have a good, secure life when being
alive means more to you than security, love more than money, your freedom more
than public or partisan opinion, when the mood of Beethoven's or Bach's music
becomes the mood of your whole life … when your thinking is in harmony, and no
longer in conflict, with your feelings … when you let yourself be guided by the
thoughts of great sages and no longer by the crimes of great warriors … when
you pay the men and women who teach your children better than the politicians;
when truths inspire you and empty formulas repel you.” ~ Wilhelm Reich, Austrian
Psychoanalyst/Author
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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