December 1, 2003
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STING lyrics…
a fragment
The wind it was so insistent
With tales of a stormy south
But when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree
There came a dryness in my mouth
Came a dryness in my mouth
For then without rhyme or reason
The two birds did rise up to fly
And where the two birds were flying
I swear I saw you and i
I swear I saw you and i…
I walked out this morning
It was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes
For the first time I saw the work of heaven
In the line where the hills had been married to the sky
…And inside every turning leaf
Is the pattern of an older tree
The shape of our future
The shape of all our history
And out of the confusion
Where the river meets the sea
Came things I’d never seen
Things I’d never seen
…If nature’s red in tooth and claw
Like winter’s freeze and summer’s thaw
The wounds he gave me
Were the wounds that would heal me
Comments (20)
“And inside every turning leaf / Is the pattern of an older tree” . . . I love that. It makes me think of fern fractals and chaos theory.
The fish are beautiful too. Of course, I would say that, being something of a fish fetishist and all.
How are you?
I liked the tree within the leaf also. Enjoyed the words, but wishing there wasn’t the burden that provoked them.
i think of pruney nuts when i think sting…
hang in there baby.
hi. been thinking about you lately. hope you are more than strong – a little bit happy too? (always see that picture when you smile with your head on the side with your daughter on your lap, when I think of you)
love love love you
Sounds a little Nietzsche-esque, there. You’ll get stronger
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I’m trying to decide which post I like better, this one or the last one.
I like ‘em both. Yeah. They both work.
That’s a beautiful picture… very yin yang
Ain’t that the way it goes? The wounds you get are the wounds that heal you.
My dear, you are wiser than you give yourself credit for.
I love those fish *very much*.
you’re so beautiful…
too bad such poetry weeps from wounds
PS) I need your address again, you’d think I’d have written it down by now
Definitely the previous one worked better, for me and where I’m at right now, learning how to get angry and all.
I like the paper fish
(@)(@)
boobs
….soooo tiered….insomnia….
“The wounds he gave me are the wounds that would heal me”…truer words in mmore ways than one. Some of my best growth has come out of some of my worst pains.
Sending blessings your way.
-M
love ya, bay-bee!!! sending healing vibes to you.
Love you, sweetie