Read Kahil Gibran's THE PROPHET.
It's all on-line.

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Monday I get chemo blast #3 (out of 4). I am slightly over half way through the 36 radiation treatments. Nice to have the weekend off. But hey, after seeing Dylan and the Dead with Jasmine last Tuesday I may be cured already!

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First Study on Patients Who Fast to End Lives

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The following poem was composed on the long ride back from seeing Bob Dylan's performance yesterday at what was formerly known as Deer Creek.

The Grass of Deer Creek

The grass pf Deer Creek was stained with tears
as Bobbie's and Joanie's voices sang clear
"Tears of rage, tears of grief
why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now you know we're so alone
and life is brief".

The grass of Deer Creek was stained with tears
as memories unfolded down through the years.
Dyads form, mutate and dissolve
it's the problem of love I'll never solve.

Eternity's flask
from which the years pour.
Spirit, great Spirit
what are you waiting for?

The blood in my veins
flows in reverse
the flesh on my bones
acknowledges the curse.

I've said my goodbye and I've said my hello
I'm ready to die and I'm ready to go.

Spirit great spirit
I'm pacing the floor
I've only one question
What are you waiting for?

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