Grief strikes us to the core. Our dear one, David Ray passed on today. His light abides and shines. A poet, author, educator and, activist, David had a heart for small acts of kindness as well as a thirst for justice. He is well loved. "Magic is inferred, meaning is available"... "it was all meant to be...poised at the brink of heaven."
One of my favorite poems that he wrote is Sacred Feathers. You can hear it here, read by David
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A poem that speaks to our hearts this day is:
RANDOMNESS
"The person perceives the relationship, but there is no known physical cause for it. Magic is inferred when meaning is found."
—Claude Levi-Strauss
I open the book at random and ask,
"What am I meant to see here?"
And the same question can be asked
of the streets and the faces,
the malls and the mountains.
There are those who think such
a quest is absurd, and yet if
they should look back, would they
not see it was all meant to be --
right up to the lip of hell, and also
when poised at the brink of heaven.
By David Ray
("Randomness" appears in Re-Markings (India), 2004)
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