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Khalil Gibran -The Prophet

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@NightHawk999

This was the hippie “It” book in the 60s . . . .

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I have this question inside since I read this, but didn’t feel like asking… but today, it keeps coming to my mind, so… from my heart… I ask… “why couldn’t you speak, beloved?” :rose:

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I was too young, 1 or so years old baby, too young to talk

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look what I just found…

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Cryptic and beautiful, thank you for posting this, the last 2 lines above are especially powerful
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Bury My Bones

Beloved @BlessingsDeers & @_Barry

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@BlessingsDeers

I think you will like this thread and the OP audio podcast

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" “Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the gate:
‘To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods,

‘And for the tender mother
Who dandled him to rest,
And for the wife who nurses
His baby at her breast,
And for the holy maidens
Who feed the eternal flame,
To save them from false Sextus
That wrought the deed of shame?

‘Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,
With all the speed ye may;
I, with two more to help me,
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?

Then out spake Spurius Lartius;
A Ramnian proud was he:
‘Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
And keep the bridge with thee.’
And out spake strong Herminius;
Of Titian blood was he:
‘I will abide on thy left side,
And keep the bridge with thee.’

‘Horatius,’ quoth the Consul,
‘As thou sayest, so let it be.’
And straight against that great array
Forth went the dauntless Three.
For Romans in Rome’s quarrel
Spared neither land nor gold,
Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life,
In the brave days of old.

Then none was for a party;
Then all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor,
And the poor man loved the great:
Then lands were fairly portioned;
Then spoils were fairly sold:
The Romans were like brothers
In the brave days of old.

Now Roman is to Roman
More hateful than a foe,
And the Tribunes beard the high,
And the Fathers grind the low.
As we wax hot in faction,
In battle we wax cold:
Wherefore men fight not as they fought
In the brave days of old.”"

@_Barry

Total Grand Slam

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Found this gem… it has English subtitles if you choose it.

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I really liked this one too. Really sheds light on how things can improve in the future of healthcare.

The power of Listening closely cant be overstated enough.

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