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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 »
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After the war... and dealing with its after effects : http://www.veteransforamerica.org/index.cfm/page/weblog/subpage/display_blog/bid/CA2F5DA5-123F-747A-1B95DC87AA4588E4 After I shot my first civilian I was very upset. I went back to my connex and trashed the place. I brought my frustration... More »
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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 »
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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 »
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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 »
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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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I know it is almost Mother's Day - but my Father was many times both my Mother and Father due to the lack of my Mother's presence... This is a little bit about him who... More »
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