Read Kahil Gibran's THE PROPHET. It's all on-line. posted by Craig 9:45 PM . . .
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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! posted by Craig 4:55 PM . . .
First Study on Patients Who Fast to End Lives posted by Craig 4:21 PM . . .
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 CreekThe grass pf Deer Creek was stained with tearsas Bobbie's and Joanie's voices sang clear"Tears of rage, tears of griefwhy must I always be the thief?Come to me now you know we're so aloneand life is brief".The grass of Deer Creek was stained with tearsas memories unfolded down through the years.Dyads form, mutate and dissolveit's the problem of love I'll never solve.Eternity's flaskfrom which the years pour.Spirit, great Spiritwhat are you waiting for?The blood in my veinsflows in reversethe flesh on my bonesacknowledges the curse.I've said my goodbye and I've said my helloI'm ready to die and I'm ready to go.Spirit great spiritI'm pacing the floorI've only one questionWhat are you waiting for? posted by Craig 2:44 AM . . .
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