23 August 2005

for rashad

today marks the six anniversary of the day they found his body. i remember it like it was yesterday. i still miss him mighty, mighty deep. (there are some eternal things). this song reminds me that he is. and we are and forever will be. and for that, i give thanks.

BREATHS--Ancestor's Prayer (now playing)
Listen more often to things than to beings
Listen more often to things than to beings
Tis the ancestors' breath
When the fire's voice is heard
Tis the ancestors' breath
In the voice of the waters....

Those who have died have never never left
The dead are not under the earth
They are in the rustling trees
They are in the groaning woods
They are in the crying grass
They are in the moaning rocks
The dead are not under the earth

Those who have died have never never left
The dead have a pact with the living
They are in the woman's breast
They are in the wailing child
They are with us in the home
They are with us in this crowd
The dead have a pact with the living.

--Birago Diop as performed by Sweet Honey in the Rock

2 Comments:

At 23 August, 2005 06:41, Blogger Gradly said...

Death surrounds us everyday. Even though it may have happened long ago it still affects us deeply. Love, life, death, and love are all intertwined....its hurtful and can go root deep.

I send you love and rains of growth and healing.

 
At 23 August, 2005 08:01, Blogger jb said...

i feel like playing spades...

ashe

 

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