May 04 Rage, rage against the dying of the light... carine roth
Sometimes it's as if everything just happened.
There was the War,
we walked to the ocean lips of the earth.
Walking like a prayer.
Walking Waters.
And then there,
like a shock,
as a surprise,
on the red earth of the ancients,
the presence of this Being who breaks my open heart,
an avalanche of respect and tenderness.
Rattlesnake.
To think that everything happens as if...
As if the most essential form of being in the world spoke only of simplicity and intimacy.
The Path of Intimacy.
thank you, I forgive you, forgive me, farewell.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Dylan Thomas