Marsha & David, Here's something from Chinese 4th Century poet T'ao Ch'ien that may resonate:
A human being has no roots We are light as dust on the path Scattered and carried by a gust of wind In this body is no permanency Born into this world makes us brothers No need of flesh and blood relations When happy you should have your fun Call in the neighbours to share the wine The time of youth will not come again No one day will dawn twice over Do your best when you get the chance The years and months will wait for no man **** A hero makes the world his goal But I just want not to feel old All my family in one place Where sons and grandsons help each other With cup and song to start each day The bottle never going dry With loosened belt relax in joy Get up late and go early to sleep Why be like men of today The breasts crammed full of fire and ice A hundred years and they go the the grave Following the road of empty fame ******* I too am pulled along, unable to rest How much longer on the road ahead Before I come to where I stop and stay The ancients grudged even an inch of time When I think of this I am afraid. +++++ Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
