Oh, Eight, Oh, Eight, Oh, Eight
Oh, wait! Oh, wait for me!
I gotta stop here for one tiny bit to thank a big part of me for staying intact through all of his storms and all of His storms.
Thank you, RJ.
Oh, kay. I'm through now.
Let's run!
Wee!
Oh, Eight! Oh, Eight! Oh, Eight!
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yellin at a flower don't make it bloom - needs sunlight and water and elbow room - even a rose, gotta pay some dues (thank you for introducing me to old father hubbard)
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to everything there is a season (thank you for teaching me to crave balance over all other cravings)
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push - pull - rest (thank you for teaching me the secret to growth is the repeated pattern of push-pull-rest)
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thank you for allowing me the pure pleasure of being raised by a wildly sensitive, thoughtfully spontaneous, hippie
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thank you for teaching me the value of my own mind - and thank you more for always valuing my mind
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thank you for teaching me that wisdom means withholding all you wish to say, even if it is truth
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thank you for calling me on sundays and giving me word puzzles to solve
(because, as you know, "my mind's a shaking, gnawing fiend ...")
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thank you for endowing me with your wild compassion and always restrained lest it become all-consuming passion
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thank you for teaching always by example
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thank you for teaching me to chastise in private and praise in public
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thank you for naming me for a song
peace. love. amie.
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2 comments:
what lovely energy...what is it exactly about? or, you know, it doesn't even matter. It makes me want to spin and whirl and laugh - and that's quite enough. thank you!
Dark Sultry Ideas, eh? Ahem, Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Right Now. I am, some say, I feel the need to be THAT specific!
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