This is the realm of the passing away. All that
exists does not for long.
Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding
toward the edge of eternity.
Form arises from formlessness and passes back,
arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between
creation and destruction.
We are born passing away.
Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.
Earthworms eat what remains.
We sing not for that which dies but for that which
"Either way takes courage, either way wants you to be nothing but that self that is no self at all...”
The meaning of death and dying in a death-phobic culture and more on Sounds of SAND Episode 2
a masterpiece album from Pulitzer Prize winning musician dealing with intergenerational trauma
A duet of cello and birdsong
SAND guest speaker with a taste of Sufi Whirling
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