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A poem by Bob HuberToday i burned them.
Piled dead rose branches
Over charcoal.
Softly tore up those farewells
From Roland, Menty, Bobbi, Joan
And a hundred others
And placed them in the flames:
The Job I loved
The Work I did
These people,
In That Life
Goodbye, i loved You
On September 2, 2010, I said goodbye to a career that spanned over 30 years of U.S. Federal
Service
In that goodbye is letting people celebrate you, remember you, toast and roast you.
Promises to stay in touch
Which slowly fade
Which slowly fades…
A weeklong backpack transformed
into three hospital visits
Two surgeries
And a month of wracking pain
Work was having the last laugh
As it left my Body.
As Trungpa said Great Eastern Sun is a flower growing to the Sun,
Not keeping the Lid on
The Lid is now off
Soon off to Sutrayana Seminary
studying in the Mornings, Geko and Umdze
A domestic god at our DC Shambhala Center
Weatherstripping, Gorilla Glue, lemonfresh Pledge
Hallway freshpainted, bolts tightened, new photos on display
Fresh tea in the cup.
Feb 9, 2011
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You go Bob! We love you and appreciate all you do.