Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Think abundance

it's the thinking of what you lost or don't have that stings
thinking of all the treasures right in your hand fixes that 100 times over

Monday, August 13, 2007

Walk away (Ben Harper)

Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away.

With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?
But you put the happy in my ness, you put the good times into my fun.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away and head for the door.

We've tried the goodbye so many days.
We walk in the same direction so that we could never stray.
They say if you love somebody than you have got to set them free,
but I would rather be locked to you than live in this pain and misery.
They say time will make all this go away,
but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin' on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
You just walk away - walk away - walk away.
You just walk away, walk on, turn and head for the door.

At 24.9.07, Blogger zenBen said...

Such a beautiful song, I had to learn to play it. The emotion seems so basic and universal, one hopes that maybe it could even mean that the sundered half feels the same way...but that would be an immodest hope, I think.

At 25.9.07, Blogger nomad said...

But it won't hurt less if they do...


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Saturday, August 04, 2007

So what happens now?

It's a lot harder to say no when the request is a statement

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

One of those moments

sometimes it seems that it takes a great loss to appreciate these things, or maybe it just came to me at the right time.

i first met him 2 weeks ago, just after we broke up
the map i had made for myself to go to the clinic was wrong -
nothing major, just removing a birthmark
- i couldn't find the main street on my hand drawn map. and so i asked the man walking in front of me. an old man with a friendly face, dark brown eyes and a characteristic nose.

he only spoke spanish and it's so long since i studied that little that i know. but he told me his family was up the street and we slowly walked the 60 meters. a friendly woman with two lovely kids now speaking in english makes a phone call and explains the way.

i could have asked someone else, i could have been scared,
and why would they care about my troubles
but they did - their kindness touched me
not for the great deed, but for the liberty with which they shared it

today i saw him again, this time walking home
an old man carefully, almost painfully removing his coat to enjoy the rare sun
each step proud, but measured
i watch from behind, admiring the courage of the aged
something was familiar but it wasn't until i saw his face i realized it was him
the rest of the way we spoke whatever we could, whatever words I know in spanish
he would not come in for coffee or accept any gift but i think he understood what i was trying to say

it is people and moments like this that rekindle my belief and hope in all that is good

so simple, and yet so incredibly magnanimous