Poetry Series #4:

There is a place
Where there world stops
And the light of nature
Overtakes the might of men

There is a place just north of here
Where drops of water
Freeze to crystalline banks
The snowy footprints of yesterday

There is a house on a hill
There is a flame in the fireplace
There is a game on the table

Come with me there sometime.
Bring me there sometime.
I miss it.
I miss you.

Lyrics; Allen Pote: We are one (In memory of Elliott Bean)

This song is hard to sing
Because goodbyes are hard to say
But I know it's only for a time
We will meet again someday

The song we've left unsung
Will keep ringing in my heart
Till the melodies keep echoing
And help me do my part

To let the light of our love shine
For all the world to see
Let your joy and laughter
Become a part of me

And because I have known you
My life will never be quite the same
May your spirit
Live through me

The time we've spent together
All the happiness and tears
All these many special moments
Will make memories through the years

And when it's time to meet again
I'll know you by your name
For a friendship lasts for ever
And forever stays the same

We are one, we are one
In the name of the lord
We are one in the spirit
We are one in our love

And because I have known you
My life will never be quite the same
May your spirit
Live through me

Live through me

Rest in Peace

Elliott Bean

USDAN Chorus Director

Why do I smile?

Why do I smile?

Is it because I have won?
because I haven't.

Is it because my life is tranquil?
because it isn't.

Is it because it is me she shows her smile?
Is it because he thinks he is funny?

Is it because at it's core - I enjoy life -
My life

I am smiling.

Story Snippets #1:

Starlight dripped from the tip of his blade as the dust rippled across the ground. It was almost as if you could see his concentration, blue in shade, taking shape just as the mountain reaches for the gods. His hair was dark and, where it usually hung to his shoulders, now billowed radially outwards. He was wearing a tight, black silk t-shirt; the muscles of his chest seemed etched in marble. His pants, likewise, free-flowing to the ground where they met the black leather of his boots, were also black silk. He jumped, and disappeared from my sight.

DA

The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot

V. What the Thunder Said

DA
Datta, dayadhvam, damyata
Give, Sympathise, Control


DA

For the Humans
Naturally greedy

Datta - Give


DA

For the Demons
Naturally cruel

Dayadhvam - Be compassionate


DA

For the Lesser gods
Naturally unruly

Damyata - Control yourselves


Practice:

Self-control,
Giving and
Mercy

What the Thunder Said

Poetry Series #3:

The dawn is unrelenting

Each time I turn around there is another drop of amber in sky's glass
And each day comes anew with a blaze across the cityscape
Blinding the ritual trek to public transportation.

The dusk is eternal

Each time the sun sets I am left with the insistence of the time piece hanging from the wall,
And I have work to do.

The midnight is tranquil

And drops of peace before I rest.