Guest guest Posted February 19, 2004 Report Share Posted February 19, 2004 The innocence of a child. No image to maintain. No dignity to keep up. No point of view to fight over. No need for many clothes. Play follows rest. I see. It has always been me. Reflected in your eyes. That's how it goes. In taking this breath. Your eyes have me. Lots of Love Harsha ===== /join Mail SpamGuard - Read only the mail you want. http://antispam./tools Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 20, 2004 Report Share Posted February 20, 2004 , "viorica weissman" <viorica@z...> wrote: > Dear Vicki, I hope you will read Letters From a Friend on my homepage, http://www.bobwoodyard.com. They are under Vicki Woodyard writings. Peter is quite ill and his laughter is a teaching. I am so glad you said the words below, for they are how I think of Peter. He is a teaching who does not believe in teachers. I post his writings because they resound in my awareness. He couldn't put it any simpler. Feel the wind on your skin. I will copy some of what Peter says and post it separately. Vicki > some things appear to destroy, only to tie stronger; > the laugh coming from a suffering friend is the divine joy > of the universe; God knows how much I love her. > > > > > From Vicki to Vicki--at last we meet not face to face, but heart > to > > heart. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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