What a force this woman is...
To be wrong all along and admit it is not amazing grace
When you're lost
you will toss every lucky coin you'll ever trust
more here, including another version of this song with guitars and strings that is a.w.e.s.o.m.e.
the hill I'm walkin' up is gettin' good and steep...
do I make myself a blessing to everyone I meet...
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postscript:
I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
- Annie Dillard
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus
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