Thursday, February 22, 2007

Letter to My Very Young Friend

You don't know how to do very much. You can't write too good or read at all. You can't cook or make money. Yet better than most people I know, you can love. You love so well! I wish i could say that's all you need, that you can survive on love. Maybe in other lives, but not this one. In this life the "barers of truth" have fangs and guns. In this life poetry lives in museums. Museums? Oh, museums are the cemetaries of beauty, the final resting place of hope. All the colorful drawings and important poetry you have inside your heart, don't let it go to museums. Let it live and fight and fight for you. You'll need it. In this life you can dance but there is no gaurantee that you can eat. I'm sorry sweetie, that's just the way it is. But don't stop cause in this life there is also us and we love you very much. Plus, we have secrets we can share with you about healing and about disarming, about music and about farming. Also, you can teach us about the things you do best- about storytelling and of course about loving. Don't stop!

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Easter said...

Good for people to know.

November 11, 2008 11:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love is the basic essence of life. Without its touch, odor, and its taste, money is impossible to find!!!

January 24, 2009 11:38 PM  

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