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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
It wasn't a magical star granting a childish wish that made me grown up, nor was it an evil wizard's vengeful spell that made me old. She looked at me, secure there on my lap, Pooh flannel 'jammies' wrapping her in the security of being young, and safe In Daddy's arms. I used to fly with Wendy and the boys, run from pirates with young Jim Hawkins, that was the boy I was! It seems only a few minutes ago Gordon and I fought the Dervishes at far-away Khartoum. It wasn't cosmic stardust, falling one mystic night, that wrought this change from the carefree boy I was, the discovering, exploring, querying consumer of countless books. It was the knowledge, my child, the sure and wondrous certainty that you awaited, with your brother and sisters, that made me run, singing, to be here with you today. "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow, dear Jim, this tugs at my heartstrings more than I can tell. So very beautiful! Love, Margherita |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
AH..some tender and tie-dyed...enjoyed your ink here |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
DS and Margherita: Many thanks. This piece is dear to my heart. Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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