| Mountains... |
| My Help is in the Mountain where I take myself to heal The earthly wounds that people give to me I find a rock with sun on it and a stream where the water runs gentle and the trees which one by one give me company And so I must stay for a long time Until I have grown from the rock and the stream is flowing through me And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree Then I know that nothing touches me Nor makes me run away My Help is in the mountain that I take away with me |
| The most beautiful of stones have been tossed by the wind, washed by the waves, and polished to brilliance by life's strongest storms. |
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| This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will.You can waste it or use it for good. Today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever; in its place is something you have left behind... let it be something good. |
| "Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." T.S. Eliot |
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