Tribe.net. Local Connections Sandra http://diadelosmuertos.tribe.net/thread/59c3311c-fb0f-4708-84e2-002aba45fdcf#34f0d298-3971-4c35-901c-611426268f1b 2008-09-03T06:45:51Z 2008-09-03T06:45:51Z

With each passing friend I grow a little less sad Those who pass before me are now clearing a path to where we all can be together again Those who have gone on, are now waiting perhaps a little impatiently for me and I must live my life, not only for me but them as well And hold ofrendes in my heart everyday Until we can all be together again Never more to part Never more to suffer Only to dance in the place between light and darkness Until we find a new place to be

Sandra 2008-09-03T06:45:51Z Original Spin http://diadelosmuertos.tribe.net/thread/59c3311c-fb0f-4708-84e2-002aba45fdcf#d36b98f3-2d83-47a0-a779-04e11161859e 2008-08-25T01:23:19Z 2008-08-25T01:23:19Z

Somewhere a journey begins at the end of the worldly existence we know, Somewhere a patch stretches over the stars and rivers of memories flow... Somewhere a silence is heard far away and the brightness of day fills the night, Where the trails of life are resolved into Peace when a soul finds it's way to the light.

Original Spin 2008-08-25T01:23:19Z