Forever
Our dogs hide under the bed,
escaping thunder.
But the sun shatters
a cloud and I know
we will live forever.
Each hour is the sky,
every day, another
star. Now the trees
join the wind
in rejoicing. This
is what we make,
they say. Only this.
O at the Edges 
Gorgeous, Bob…all the right words in the right places and not one wrong word anywhere. (I hope your yukky old cold is gone now!)
Ron
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Thanks, Obi-Ron. The cold, alas, is still lingering. Very annoying.
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Excellent! The wind & sky rejoicing. Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on William Chasterson.
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Thanks for reblogging..
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You’re welcome!
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Thank you for liking my posts on headintheoven.com. I’ve been writing a long time but I’m a new blogger, so still a little clumsy with it. My goal is to finally publish so we’ll see….
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Keep writing, and don’t stop believing.
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I will
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Yes!
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Thank you, Carolin.
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Love this one. Rejoicing, indeed!
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Thanks, C!
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Lovely! π
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Thank you, Iris!
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Reblogged this on Life is But This and commented:
This is my Chinese translation of Robert’s Okaji’s poem, Forever. My reading is in Cantonese.
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ζη¬ιι·
θΊ²ζΌεΊδΈ
ζ₯εΊη ΄ι²
ζι ζ°Έη
ζ―ε»ζ―倩
ζ―ζ₯δΈζ
ι’¨ζ¨Ήεθ
ι½θ²ζ‘ζ°
ζ€δΉεΎε
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(c) Mary Tang
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Wonderful, Mary. Thank you.
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When storm come, our black Lab hides under the kid’s bed. The poor thang whine.
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Dogs! They can be so valiant, yet wimpy .
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lol
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I appreciate the contrast between the temporary and the enduring; between momentary troubles (thunder that makes the dogs hide under the bed) and the persistent creative joy of Life, of Being.
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I often feel more “in the moment” during thunder storms, but also enjoy their endings.
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Perhaps the electricity and instability in the atmosphere contributes to the “in the moment” feeling. There’s certainly something energetically unique about being in a thunderstorm.
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Well, I enjoy them when I’m safe indoors.
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Reblogged this on This Is Me.
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Thanks for reblogging.
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That is sweet, although good luck getting the dogs to look at the sky after all that.
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The dogs may look forward, but they seldom look up!
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sometimes everything has a breaking point, yet they always come to reflect that beautiful picture of the bottom of your brilliant words. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, J. Much appreciated.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, V.
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I really love this poem. gorgeous imagery. very serene π and thanks for the like on my post too π really appreciate it π
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Thank you, Rebecca. Your pulled pork quesadillas sound delicious!
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Thanks! π
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