| Title: | Psychic Phenomena |
| Notice: | Please read note 1.0-1.* before writing |
| Moderator: | JARETH::PAINTER |
| Created: | Wed Jan 22 1986 |
| Last Modified: | Tue May 27 1997 |
| Last Successful Update: | Fri Jun 06 1997 |
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Here's a poem that I've remembered for a good many years which realy
fits this conference. It was written by and unknown poet in the late
19th century. This is print, of course, without permission *8-) -/g.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet
birds in circled flight
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
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| 1307.1 | Oops! | BPOV06::BOOTHROYD | Fri Jul 13 1990 09:12 | 2 | |
Oh those misspells!! Seems I need more than just 'another cup of
coffee'!!!
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| 1307.2 | ...or could be Sara Teasdale... | BSS::VANFLEET | Making choices, taking chances | Fri Jul 13 1990 11:17 | 4 |
I think that was written by Emily Dickinson. I'll check it when I get
home tonight.
Nanci
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| 1307.3 | SOKO::ZICKEFOOSE | LENNICE | Fri Jul 13 1990 11:57 | 1 | |
Thanks, Gail. That is indeed most fitting, and very beautiful. | |||||
| 1307.4 | HKFINN::STANLEY | What a long strange trip its been... | Fri Jul 13 1990 12:13 | 1 | |
yes indeed... | |||||
| 1307.5 | CRUISE::CFEUERSTEIN | Why is there air? | Fri Jul 13 1990 12:17 | 1 | |
Thank you. It is something for the ones left behind to believe. | |||||