What happened here,
As the blog I love disappeared?
I found an empty garden, among the flagstones here.
Who lived here?
They must have been some gardeners who cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
But now it all looks strange.
It’s tragic how one cloudburst can damage so much grain.
And what’s it for,
This little empty garden by Buhdydharma’s door?
And in the cracks along the sidewalk, nothing grows no more.
Who lived here?
They must have been some gardeners who cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
And we were so amazed! Now we’re crippled and we’re dazed . . .
We aren’t saints. We all have our faults. We’ve all suffered. We’ve all been victimized. We’ve all lashed out at one time or another, and we’ve all regretted it.
No one has to leave. There aren’t very many gardeners left in this country, we need every one of them.
Robyn. A gardener like that one, no one can replace.
Edger. A gardener like that one, no one can replace.
Ria. A gardener like that one, no one can replace.
A garden like this one, no one can replace.
And through their tears,
Some say we farmed our best in younger years.
But it’s been said that roots grow stronger, if only we would hear.
Who lived here?
They must have been some gardeners who cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
Now I hope for rain, to put out the flames, I hope every drop that falls
Will wash away the blame.
Off everyone’s hands.
And so I’m knocking, hoping someone answers.
Though it’s late in the day.
And so I’m calling, hey, hey, gardeners,
We need all of you, to find our way.
We’re better than this. Buhdy deserves better than this.
We all know how to apologize. We all know how to forgive.
It’s time for apologies.
It’s time for forgiveness.
It’s time for healing.
This was once a garden.
It can be a garden again.
The best garden anyone’s ever seen.
Let’s make that happen.
Together.
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We do need all of our gardeners.
I hope they decide to give this place another go.
(minus snakes, of course) and found ourselves instead in a garden that requires hard work to maintain. A garden that has weeds, and thorns, and other non-paradise thingys that maybe we weren’t prepared for-along with all the wonderful veggies, fruits & flowers.
I know that I was happy that DD was a fairly serene garden at a time when the Orange garden was filled with critters with sharp teeth.
But, IMHO, the reality is there is no perfection in this world, and no perfect blog. Docudharma is a great blog, with many great people. People. People who aren’t perfect. People who make mistakes. People who sometimes are overly sensitive or overly cranky-just like….us!-like the people we interact with every day, at home, at work, at the store…
These people are also kind, compassionate, funny, and have much wisdom to share. I hope all these wonderful people, including those who have felt depressed over the events of the last few days (I know I have), will come back into the garden soon.
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Maybe it will help. Maybe not.
to plant the seeds for a future I hold is not there.
More than gardeners people here have been a beacon of hope.
Rational discussions mostly showing real solutions and compassion.
This is the only political blog that has not erased the post new diary button for my bringing up unconventional thought processes. I would blame it on “this post 911 world”. I could say that most people live in the subliminal world of WMDs
Words of mass division
Words of mass diversion
Words of mass deception
It is a world of Strategic Communications Laboratories, the heat of summer and this impersonal media that lacks face to face sincerity.
Now more than ever we need all of our gardeners as our gardeners never pointed to Austrailia and said we should attack Iran next.
The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac
…and your expression of it. But I feel like I’ve missed something! No, not the posts about hermaphrodites — I remember when, in 1957, I used that word to elucidate the inclusions of my mind in my essay for a Woodrow Wilson Fellowship, and was swiftly denied same because…because… because…Oh, I’m just not sure…
and yes, she said yes i will yes…
My next comment may belong on youfraita’s diary…
In the Buddhist lojong teachings, one of the greatest obstacles to attaining the serenity and togetherness we all seek…. is…. the need to be right!
Problem is, I have some problems with parts of it — I think along the lines of friendship and loyalty — it’s all hazy to me right now!
Thanks for a great essay!
mode when I first read this essay so I did not say much.
Not that I have anything more to add than has already been added except to say thanks Rusty.