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when first i was read this poem - by greg, a friend of full heart - it took some
seconds to get past my normal conception of
drunkenness. he himself a
lover of whiskey i thought perhaps he was reading to me a justification of
drink (if one is needed), but his emphasis on the last line told why he was
reading it to a room full of friends: drunkenness
comes from doing things
will a richness, no holding yourself from what makes you happy. one can
find euphoria in anything if it is done with a
purity and love and without
fear or doubt. it can be found in any corner and for any person, and while i
believe one should take respite sometimes from this
richness, in fact a rest
is itself a drunkenness of peace and quite sounds pervading the air. Beyond
the reach of Time we all can find our meadow or rooftop or sidewalk, wine or
word, but always truth.
thanks greg |