Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Friday, May 1, 2020

String and Bow: Tom Baxter




Half of what I say, I say in vain, 
Though I say it anyway.
I loved you.
Underneath my armour there remains,
A hidden ghost of you each day.
I loved you.

Aim your string and bow,
And let it go,
Because I loved you.
Angel set me free,
Don’t punish me,
 Because I loved you.

Deep inside my sorrow I’m estranged,
Part of me has been erased.
I loved you.

I’m aimless as an arrow without a bow,
I’ve no direction, no way home.
I loved you.

Aim your string and bow,
And let it go,
Because I loved you.
Angel set me free,
Don’t punish me,
because I loved you.

On and on our story goes,
The river overflows.
Time and time and time again,
I’ve tried to let you go.

Aim your string and bow,
And let it go,
Because I loved you.



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