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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Play me a great symphony to enrich my heart,
Perform a concerto, to entrance me, please,
This music, so uplifting, always make it a big part
Of your life. Embrace the melody with ease.
In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
Child of my winter, born
When the new fallen soldiers froze
In Asia's steep ravines and fouled the snows,
When I was torn
No, he didn't utter a word
Raised his hand in salutation
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
drifting with the clouds so gently
gently uplifting and oversteering so purposely
When descends on the Atlantic
Storm-wind of the equinox,
Landword in his wrath he scourges
PALLAS, attending to the Muse's song,
Approv'd the just resentment of their wrong;
And thus reflects: While tamely I commend
Those who their injur'd deities defend,
When on my day of life the night is falling,
And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying,
Like priestly hands thy holy touch is lying
Upon the world's wide brow;
God-like and grand all nature is commanding
Love has placed a smile on my face,
Lighting upon it the bright grace
Of heaven, my heart did embrace.
In me, tenderness comes in place
Searching for the lost moments that are uplifting my emotions,
Like a shooting star, flashing so brightly,
Across the darkened skies,
Searching for the truth in the magnitude of lies,
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
July frenzy unshakable mountain climber some label, running changes state demanding more gain momentum, consistent I ain't fourteen runs in record frowned upon potential, power unfold solo invisible rather non existent among team, challenge tune online own your brain mental exercise intense, sharpen self worth unlock asset inside new currency knowledge, stop second guessing you're enough pains translate to skills, complexity is the enemy of execution be you have courage, learn to earn to return share life experience throw in imagination, interpret accumulation be responsible make difference do different, develop sense of community mentors harp on collaboration, uplifting dreams are contagious unravel version tons emulate, flex muscles take control reflection fruitful a teacher visualize, selfcare workout regular authentic woman release gracefully ease
mass runner no more turned solo not even a kilometer, watched all those fast feet awashed in a sea of confusion, good mood dissipated took a while to remember for pleasure, have fun listen to body be in tune with pace you build during run, morning gift beckoned grateful turned towards sunshine bathed in it, water station picked bottle splashed on shorn head how reviving, in my overeagerness drenched top of the outfit, alarmed worried this is worse than underboob sweat impending, exhaustion led to question failed to make sense of goal, disorienting no doubt preferred to focus on cheering crowd, uplifting mostly disregarded the hurtful ones oblivious to struggle, appreciative of myself completing the Halfmarathon best reward, soggy materials proof of exertion for hours nonstop, felt great peeling off of me celebration of private clap
A choice to choose,
Refusing feeling gloomy.
Is easier to say than it to do.
In these days and times,
The persona of His Holiness The 14th Dali Lama, Thich Nhat Hanh, and Gendun Chopel
All three delicately rising and uplifting nations with inspirational harmony to tell.
The 14th Dali Lama, an advocate of Buddhism for humanity, displays loving action
Erasing profanity, insanity, inhumanity, brutality, and uplifting compassion.
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