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Post by anirbas on Dec 1, 2012 19:46:11 GMT -6
Best to orchestrate the parts of life where one can...
Write the music! Feel the joyous tremor in an upbeat note
Be the conductor. Lift the baton, yourself! Air tap the count out Lead the symphony of your own life, where you can...
So, when the dark clouds of life roll in accompanied by a dirge played in a minor key- the parts of life one cannot invent- we may at least endure and persevere with a semblance of integrity and honor
Until we can dance, to the individual music we love best, again...Our own musical scores...
Best to orchestrate the parts of life where one can...
Write the music! Feel the joyous tremor in an upbeat note
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Post by heartfelt7 on Dec 3, 2012 10:42:10 GMT -6
This is truly beautiful, 'Nir. I love the line "where you can." It breaks my heart that pain - physical pain, mental pain, and spiritual pain - can keep one from leading their symphony, from hearing the music, or from ever dancing the dance of life. And because my sister suffered from all three, I call her my unopened rose.
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Post by anirbas on Dec 7, 2012 17:29:24 GMT -6
Thank you for your read and your comments, Miz Dora! Again, my condolences on your loss, sweets. Keep your chin up and take care of you, for me.
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