When Great Trees Fall...

- When Great Trees Fall -

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

~ Maya Angelou (1928-2014)

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Why do you make a new thread every time you want to copy/paste someone else's stuff?

@obladie said in #2:
> Why do you make a new thread every time you want to copy/paste someone else's stuff?

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Cranky again, my little obladie?

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When great trees fall, no one gives a shit.

She does it, because she wants us to be respectful with ourselves.



Very intelligent people, are similar to very tall people, or to very strong people, or even to very rich people. But we mustn't discriminate anyone, nor ourselves ! As long as Diversity is Love.



If a spirit could manifest itself, physically, it would appear as a horse, or mare, or eagle.

heartbreaking :/

"Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration"--eek!