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From: | Wilfrid Vaughn |
Subject: | [Adaldap-users] crossroads soundly |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 16:59:16 -0400 |
Less than a promise have I given, and yet more
generoushave you been to me.
And when they reached my depth the streams and the
rivers ceased not yetto sing.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has
turned to fuller day,and we must part.
Her hair, untidily pinned up, was grayand
lanky.
ON TALKINGAND then a scholar said, Speak of
Talking. It is the blossoming of your desires,But it is not their fruit. This eBook
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She dared not add: For fear the noisemight disturb
him.
THERE are those among you who seek the talkative
through fearof being alone.
ON GOOD AND EVILAND one of the elders of the city
said, Speak to us of Good and Evil.
That you came on purpose to ask about him. I hope
you had no difficulty in finding a taxi at the Junction?
THERE are those among you who seek the talkative
through fearof being alone.
FOR what is prayer but the expansion of your self
into the living ether?
Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not
evil.
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and
the forestsand the mountains.
True it is that I have climbed the hills and walked
in remote places.
What visions, what expectations and what
presumptionscan outsoar that flight?
ON GOOD AND EVILAND one of the elders of the city
said, Speak to us of Good and Evil. Too proud indeed am I to receive wages, but not
gifts. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous islesyet sink
not to the bottom.
Whats the sense of making yourself conspicuous? The
train was slowing down as it approached a station. And the passionate say, Nay,
beauty is a thing of might and dread. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a
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Her voice sank to a whisper as sheadded: Isnt he
conscious?
And theexpress stopped for only two
minutes.
Aye, I knew your joy and your pain, and in your
sleep your dreamswere my dreams.
Thechildren are my religion, she had once said to
herself; and she had noother. Less than a promise have I given, and yet more
generoushave you been to me.
For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is
a need to the root.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you
would sitand watch its flowing. On account of poor George Frenway, to begin
with.
That which is you dwells above the mountain and
roves with the wind. Shehad instinctively lowered her voice and glanced about
her.
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