"You're only as old as the last time you REALLY changed your mind."
Shri Tim Leary Happy Birthday Vaj! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Actually the particles of my Self transcended mundane time years ago, > but thanks for the reminder. ;-) > > Thanks, a fav of mine to play! > > On Sep 12, 2007, at 11:19 AM, TurquoiseB wrote: > > > Happy Birthday, Vaj. > > > > I hope it's a good day for you up in Maine or > > wherever you are. Here's the song I always > > play for myself on my birthdays. I probably > > will continue to do so till they drop the > > big curtain: > > > > I love the pounding of hooves > > I love engines that roar > > I love the wild music of waves on the shore > > And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars > > Love my sweet woman down to the core > > > > There's roads and there's roads > > And they call, can't you hear it? > > Roads of the earth > > And roads of the spirit > > The best roads of all > > Are the ones that aren't certain > > One of those is where you'll find me > > Till they drop the big curtain > > > > Hear the wind moan > > In the bright diamond sky > > These mountains are waiting > > Brown-green and dry > > I'm too old for the term > > But I'll use it anyway > > I'll be a child of the wind > > Till the end of my days > > > > Little round planet > > In a big universe > > Sometimes it looks blessed > > Sometimes it looks cursed > > Depends on what you look at obviously > > But even more it depends on the way that you see > > > > Hear the wind moan > > In the bright diamond sky > > These mountains are waiting > > Brown-green and dry > > I'm too old for the term > > But I'll use it anyway > > I'll be a child of the wind > > Till the end of my days > > > > -- Bruce Cockburn, 24 December 1989. Tucson, Arizona >
