Subject: Re: raindrop
From: "Benjamin Phelan" <[email-masked]>
To: "Hunter Biden" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2015 11:42:39 -0700

My Brother, it would be my deep and profound privilege to receive your
exquisite writings in complete privacy and confidence.

On Wed, Jul 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM, Hunter Biden <[email-masked]>
wrote:

> So can I send you things I'm writing privately - it is cathartic for me:
>
> "It's always hot in my memory.
> And the road is hot and the car and the seats and the leather and my shoes
> and his hands are like ice and silk and he puts them on my fore head and he
> laughs and I tell him this story as I drink straight from  the bottle about
> how when we we were in Portland I would ride the Bus and he's be there and
> I'd pretend he was in the seat next to me and I'd write him letters about
> how I thought he was silly to love JFK – no Kennedy has ever been loyal
> never except for Vicki – the real Kennedy’s would sell you down the river
> in a minute – I said you need to be a Roosevelt not a an FDR but a stand up
> straight and brave and crazy audacious buffalo killing swamp swimming house
> building death chasing Roosevelt that should be us that should be who we
> are but wait no we have no money so we will be the brothers who do it all
> like pioneers like Lewis an Clark and we will be tragic and we will be
> always fighting and taking the wrong fork and facing the Sioux nation in a
> tiny canoe together alone with the rest of those that would follow and see
> our bison and not  get flayed alive but be alive and sad and big and small
> and petty and see prairie dogs and moose and men with feathers in their
> hair and the Eagles soar above the grizzly and the salmon teem at the river
> head at the end of the trail in the now Oregon. And I'd ride the bus by
> myself across the river and he would be alone in Syracuse and I'd think he
> is  like Techumsa and I am like Red Cloud  and we will stand against all
> the world he is like sitting Bull and I am Crazy horse and the bear and the
> eagle and the love and the sky and all that is below and then just there at
> the horizon I am we were the lake the green sometimes good and blue and
> when we’d sit long enough the orange and perfect sky and the hills and
> wheat and winter and summer corn days and fir trees and ferns  and the way
> he’d hold my arm and feel the feet of the docks and the rocks in the little
> cove of the lake and I'd say we are not Kennedys we are bigger than all of
> them and we are not Roosevelts and we have no name we are Finnegans we are
> Bidens and cobblers and the boys that derailed the train and then rebuilt
> it and then we were who we are now exactly as a Hunter in Northern Ireland
> and the Biden  that hated him in Liverpool and we would be the end of all
> that is that line and the beginning and they would talk of us like they
> talked about the wars and the wind and the greatest games and the boxers
> and the boys who escaped and the ones who gave it all-  and you would take
> my hand and squeeze it and I’d be alone on the number 9 bus. You'd say it's
> ok and it's just 30 days and I'd think oh you have no idea how much I've
> needed to rest from our adventure – we have navigated the Missouri and
> fought Grizzlies and seen the Eagle as big as a man land upon the back of a
> bear, and we gave speeches and we discovered new lands and we had so many
> adventures- we had this and you hold my hand in the big car and I Stop
> laughing and turn serious to you and you driving and me crying and it is
> not drama it is love – I look and I say please please please never leave me
> and you do and you do and you are gone."
>
>
> RHB
> 202.333.1880
>
> On Jul 22, 2015, at 12:54 AM, Benjamin Phelan <
> [email-masked]> wrote:
>
> Amen
>
> On Tue, Jul 21, 2015 at 8:35 PM, Hunter Biden <[email-masked]>
> wrote:
>
>> "And for every moment we think-
>> We breathe and the air
>> Is but a taste of God
>> What God
>> And the moment fades
>> Who is God but you
>> Like the sun that fades
>> And how is it that we do not see the rain
>> As our tears and the rain as the sea
>> A torrent of all that is inside and about us
>> And then
>> And the whole of it
>> All in the whole of it
>>
>> Always the whole of it
>> Like a finger to a gods' lips Or what is that image that you know that
>> knows you
>> That says yes this is all This is everything
>> This
>> The whole of it
>>
>> And I am Him and Her and She Me and My Brother and My love and all love
>> and this it the whole of it in the sand and the air and the water and in
>> the trees
>>
>> And all of the trees and the sound of cicadas and the
>> Slip of my tongue against the lip of water
>> And the wet
>> And that is the whole of it all of it in that moment in that moment and
>> in that whole of all of the whole of it."
>>
>>
>>
>> RHB
>> 202.333.1880
>>
>> On Jul 21, 2015, at 10:46 PM, Benjamin Phelan <
>> [email-masked]> wrote:
>>
>>
>> For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river -
>> unbearable pain becomes its own cure.
>>
>> Travel far enough into sorrow and tears become sighing;
>> in this way we learn how water can die into air.
>>
>> When, after heavy rain, the stormclouds disperse,
>> is it not that they've wept themselves clear to the end?
>>
>> It is the rose's unfolding that creates the desire to see;
>> in every color and circumstance may the eyes be open
>> for what comes.
>>
>>  - Chalip
>>
>>