Death is Smaller than I Thought

My Mother and Father died some years ago

I loved them very much.

When they died my love for them

Did not vanish or fade away.

It stayed just about the same,

Only a sadder colour.

And I can feel their love for me,

Same as it ever was.

Nowadays, in good times or bad,

I sometimes ask my Mother and Father

To walk beside me or to sit with me

So we can talk together

Or be silent.

They always come to me.

I talk to them and listen to them

And think I hear them talk to me.

It’s very simple –

Nothing to do with spiritualism

Or religion or mumbo jumbo.

It is imaginary.

It is real.

It is love.

Adrian Mitchell

1932-2008

Terrorism

“Everybody’s worried about stopping terrorism, well there’s a really easy way: stop participating in it!”

 Noam Chomsky

1928+

Oslo Accords in 1993

“The Oslo Accords in 1993 determined that the Gaza Strip and the West Bank are a single territorial entity which cannot be divided.  Immediately, the United States and Israel set about separating the two and making sure that they would not be united.”

Noam Chomsky

1928+

Intimations of Immortality

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: the Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, hath had elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar: not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.”

 William Wordsworth

1770-1850