“The forest is a peculiar organism of unlimited kindness and benevolence that makes no demands for its sustenance and extends generously the products of its life activity; it affords protection to all beings, offering shade even to the axe-man who destroys it.” ― Gautama Buddha

Through the Looking Glass and what Alice found there

Lewis CarrollChild of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale.I have not seen thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter; No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life’s hearafter — Enough that now thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale.

A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing — A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing — Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say ‘forget’.

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, With bitter tidings laden, Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find out bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow, The storm-wind’s moody madness — Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow And childhood’s nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For ‘happy summer days’ gone by, And vanish’d summer glory — It shall not touch with breath of bale The pleasance of our fairy-tale.https://afterthepop.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/23-hallelujah-anyway-directors-cut.m4a


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