Every month I get a bill

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And in the bill I get a letter
And in the letter is wisdom itself
All wraped up in a shiny package of words
And in this month's letter........

The Grave Digger
Once as I was burying one of my dead selves, the
grave-digger came by and said to me,
"of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like."

Said I, "You please me exceedingly,
but why do you like me?"

"Because," saide he,"They come weeping and go
weeping ___ you only come laughing and go laughing."

(Kahill Giban)

This week I am on retreat, burying another dead, outdated old self. Here's to the gravedigger in all of us!

Comments

Shane said…
I knew that would be your favorite. It was mine, too, though I liked all of the others that I sent with it. =)
Tue Aug 07, 05:12:00 PM
Menma said…
That is actually quite an accurate way to look at retreat...I like it:)
Mon Aug 13, 08:13:00 PM
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