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“And With the earth my heart is glad
I move as one of old
With mists of silver I am clad
And bright with burning gold.”

A.E. (George Russell)

quoted in A Handmade Life by W.M.S. Coperthwaite

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Little by little wean yourself.
This is the gist of what I have to say.
From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood,
move to an infant drinking milk,
to a child on solid food,
to a searcher after wisdom,
to a hunter of more invisible game.

                     –Rumi

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I am not I…

I am not I.

                I am this one

walking beside me whom I do not see,

whom at time I manage to visit,

and whom at other times I forget;

who remains calm and silent while I talk,

and forgives, gently, when I hate,

who walks where I am not,

who will remain standing when I die.

                     Juan Ramon Jimenez

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…to look at the moon

A child of a poor family
Stopped grinding rice
To look at the moon.

                               Basho

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consider the infinite fragility of an infant’s skull
how the bones lie soft and open
only time knitting them shut

consider a delicate porcelain bowl
how it crushes under a single blow
-in one moment whole years disappear

consider that beneath the din of explosions
no song can be heard
no cry

consider your own sky on fire
your name erased
your children’s lives ‘a price worth paying’

consider the faces you do not see
the eyes you refuse to meet
‘collateral damage’

how in these words
the world cracks open

 

                                    Lisa Suhair Majaj 
                                      Al Jadid, Winter 1998

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Lord,
on 8th Street
between 6th Avenue and Broadway
there are enough shoe stores
with enough shoes
to make me wonder
why there are shoeless people
on the earth.

Lord,
You have to fire the Angel
in charge of distribution.

                         –Jack Agüeros

http://www.rethinkingschools.org/publication/rg/RGTable.shtml

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For Liz.

even in the thicket
beyond the bramble gate
a little chrysanthemum

                                                          Issa

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