When Under Ether

The ceiling is moving, 
moving in time,
like a conveyor belt 
above my eyes.

When under ether
the mind comes alive, 
conscious of nothing 
but the will to survive.

I lay on the bed,
waist down undressed, 
look up at the ceiling 
feeling happiness.

Human kindness;

the woman beside me 
is holding my hand,
I point at the ceiling, 
she smiles, so kind.

Something's inside me 
unborn and unblessed, 
disappears in the ether 
this world to the next.

Human kindness.


White Chalk

When Under Ether

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Uwielbienie live "Ulewa i śnieg" (Owca) Iz 55,10-13

Tekst:
Póki ulewa i śnieg 
Ulewa i śnieg
Nie nawodnią ziemi
Nie użyźnią jej
Tak, że wyda chleb 
Dla tego, który głodny jest 
Tak Słowo z Twoich ust 
Nie wróci bezowocnie 
Bo wierność Twoja 
Wielka jest 

Tak jak ulewa i śnieg
Ulewa i śnieg

Ty nas uwolnisz
Dasz nam swój pokój i wesele
Wzgórza zakrzykną
A polne drzewa klaskać będą
Gdzie rosły ciernie
Wyrosną teraz bujne krzewy
To znakiem będzie 
Wiecznym niezniszczalnym

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Ulewa i śnieg (Owca)

"Beau", also known as "I'll Never Forget a Dog Named Beau", is a poem written by American film and stage actor James Stewart.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beau_(poem)

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

And on the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

And, he'd charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
To follow him where he was bound.

We're early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,

And I'd give him one for a while.
And he'd push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd dig it out with a smile.
But before very long He'd tire of the ball

And he'd be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.

And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
He'd wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,

But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

I’ll Never Forget A Dog Named Beau

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When Under Ether

PJ Harvey