You, you only, exist.
We pass away, till at last,
our passing is so immense that you arise:
in all your suddenness,
arising in love,
or enchanted in the contraction of work.
To you I belong,
however time may wear me away.
From you to you I go commanded.
In between the garland
is hanging in chance;
but if you take it up and up and up:
all becomes a festival!
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
SAND guest speaker with a taste of Sufi Whirling
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
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