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Subject: this reminded me of this

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Laura

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Date Posted: 01:39:31 03/04/05 Fri
In reply to: Dawn 's message, "Re-Balancing...a Journal entry" on 03:22:48 03/01/05 Tue

"The dead speak but we as a people have forgotten how to listen. We hold them in our own hands, They course thru our blood. They are found in the leaves of The Koran, The Paslms, The Torah, The Constitution, The New Teatament. all revelations, all peotry all the sacred books. They send words of love and woe. And we entwine their labors with our own and form our own bodies of ideas, of hope. Labor day approaches. Let us now salute our neighbor. His trials both honorable and pathetic are our own. So we can laugh and also weep. The sheriff is dead Long live the sheriff.
Our neighbors await. The great conscience awaits and the pool of memory, distance, and dream. The sheriff is dead and did he not love us. Did he not magnify our spirit, our very gait but simply existing. And now what is our task. The new century awaits and how shall we approach toward it. What vows will we utter. What fruit shall we pluck from perspiring limbs. And who will be first and who will be last and who will do the right thing or is there a right thing or just simply existance formed and reformed by our own labors gathering"

Patti Smith
from 'Peace and Noise' 1997

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