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Go to the Limits of Your Longing​

Written by Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Book of Hours, I 59
 

Go to the Limits of Your Longing​

Written by Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Book of Hours, I 59
That is lovely.
 
Onondaga Thanksgiving Address (Most historically known as The Words That Come Before All Else)

Today we have gathered and when we look upon the faces around us we see that the cycles of life continue.
We have been given the duty to live in balance and harmony with each other and all living things.
So now let us bring our minds together as one as we give greetings and thanks to each other as People.
Now our minds are one.*

Not a poem exactly but a recitation for every day and every gathering.
 
There is more...Thanksgiving Address...i.e., the response.

We are thankful to our Mother the Earth, for she gives us every-
thing that we need for life. She supports our feet as we walk about
upon he1: It gives us joy that she still continues tq care for us, just
as she has from the beginning of time. To our Mother, we send
thanksgiving, love, and respect. Now our minds are one.
 

“AMERICA IS A GUN” by Brian Bilston​

England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.
Brazil is football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona’s hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.
Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.
Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.
 
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The Spanish Flu May Get You Too
From ‘The Carolina Mountaineer And Waynesville Courier,’ Thursday, October 27, 1917.
 
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