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November 2008 
In Union Square
Posted on Jan 11th, 2008
by 
Metta
Metta
in union square Gandhi is stoned
walks with a stick - half starved
I am full and half drunk and wondering
if we are cells in God's blood
how do we move about without ever colliding
and never becoming much more than we are
yet we could be so much more
we could be Gandhi
who collects salt and stands up
looking square into the face of the oppressor
and seeing God
everywhere
but here in union square
we don't look in other people's faces
and it is hard to see God
if you can't see into the eyes of a thing
and we move around one another
too busy to be bothered
too busy to stop and help a brother
walks with a stick - half starved
I am full and half drunk and wondering
if we are cells in God's blood
how do we move about without ever colliding
and never becoming much more than we are
yet we could be so much more
we could be Gandhi
who collects salt and stands up
looking square into the face of the oppressor
and seeing God
everywhere
but here in union square
we don't look in other people's faces
and it is hard to see God
if you can't see into the eyes of a thing
and we move around one another
too busy to be bothered
too busy to stop and help a brother
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