THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER

"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun."

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead --
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
`If this were only cleared away,'
They said, `it would be grand!'

`If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
`That they could get it clear?'
`I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

`O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
`A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

`The time has come,' the Walrus said,
`To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.'

`But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
`Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
`No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

`A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
`Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

`But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
`After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
`The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
`Do you admire the view?

`It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
`Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf --
I've had to ask you twice!'

`It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
`To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
`The butter's spread too thick!'

`I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
`I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

`O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
`You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

The time has come to take a bow
And wander out the door.

This tired head and tired heart
Has fallen on the floor.

Will not be gone, will not be back
Will barely leave a dent.

For in these words the narrator
Has found you all from heaven sent.

Was with great relief of spirit
Faded far beyond it's age.

That all these loves had found their way
And wove into this page.

I cannot walk another step
Am weary from the toils.

Is time to take a walkabout
And find me in the soils.

The ocean held me up on high
She kept me all together.

But is with reluctance one must true confess
I have surely lost my tether.

So I bid you all fare thee well
And find the truth within your heart.

And this not a sad goodbye, nor final
Curtain call,

But merely have played my part.

I think right now I'm feeling like the poor little oysters

what does this mean Jess???


because there is another verse

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

ok i didn't see it in there...lol



soooooooooooo you done with this gig???

have to admit... it is not an easy place to play.... but i never did
play in easy places...

in a way it allows one to find their honest footing....in life rather
than in virtual reality...simply because it is so difficult..

i hold you dearly with open arms

and support your strength rather than your weakness......



TOH HAM KUM RAH!!!

And...

Beautiful let down began
the fall from the suns energy
may not be the end all
and, be it not graceful
for we all tumble at times

seek your being
among the waves
and carry your burdens
your joys, bliss, fear
tend You well

Time comes
and meets us eye to eye
and we see truth
walk away, and live
the balance is your quest


don't be a stranger... light upon you and your children.
Rest, and be well, you.
xxxooo

It is in the unknown where all things are possible.

It is in the space between the pause - that glorious pause between the
inhale and the exhale - where life is created.

It is in the lost that we find our way.


There are many beakons of light ... you will not lose sight of the shore
... and I will not lose sight of you.


Rest, Breathe, BE

xxxooo