In Loving Memory of Mike

 In memory of Mike, our son Matt's friend of many years

who died yesterday of a drug overdose.

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No Postmortems

No postmortems, please.
The world is immortal.
The world renews itself.

 

What about poems and songs --
Do they perish?
Maybe they only
Vanish awhile.
Maybe they go underground
To gather some other
Knowledge and come back
In another form:

 

New words, a new melody,
Yet somehow
The same beloved,
Singing the same song.

 

~ Gregory Orr ~

 

 

(Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved)

 http://www.panhala.net/Archive/No_Postmortems.html

 

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 When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, 

you begin to discover that it's bottomless, that it doesn't have 

any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. 

You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness

 is there, as well as how much space.

 

-  Pema Chödrön

 

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May we be at peace.

May our hearts remain open.

May we know the beauty of our true nature.

May we be healed.