Where the Sidewalk Ends
Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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Song of the Silence
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When we see ourselves as greater than others,
when we place humankind above other creatures,
above and beyond the realms of the birds and the fishes,
outside the world of stone and the colors,
we give away our power.
Only when we see we are part of everything,
joined to creation, bound to all the realms
and integrated into the web of life,
do we begin to call on our full potential.

~ Barry Brailsford
from “Song of the Silence”

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