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Metta
Browsing through my favorite local used bookstore, Tsunami Books , with my daughters this afternoon I got involved in a conversation with an employee about poetry as I was purchasing a book by Bill Moyers,... More »
Metta
These are the times that I feel so helpless. So publicly people are dying. People have forgotten about the humanity of other people. I do find myself taking sides, but then I have to stand... More »
Metta
War last year at the Sang-kan's headwaters, war this year on the roads at Ts'ung River: We've rinsed weapons clean in T'iao-chich sea-swells pastured horses in T'ien Mountain's snowbound grasses, war in ten-thousand-mile campaigns leaving... More »
Metta
Gandhi knew how to pour water; knew the right angle and the boulders it would break. Knew where the sun should be in the sky to make it most effective. Gandhi learned how to part... More »
Metta
At night, my white skin cries out, "my brothers and sisters!" forgetting its paleness and its nationality, its pledged allegiance to a flag bearing blue, red and that one color that contains all. But we... More »
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