Photo from Wikipedia I do unto othersTo give a hand, because that’s what I doPart of the pillars of my lifeThe meaningMy purpose. NOT because I want others to do unto me. And I seeIn my dreamsWhen I walk my last mileAmid arms, reaching out to hug meTo thank mePeople I never knew would want
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Photo by Ivan Babydov from Pexels Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout rain! …I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness …You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave. －King Lear Summer in the 2020’s. In a yard some distance outside a convent three homeless men and one homeless woman:
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Photo by cottonbro from Pexels Even a roseLike a poetCannot thrive out of the light. Each of usA different lightIn search of an opening light. For we are not madeTo hide our lightBeneath a barrelBut to glow with joy from within. We search among the three pillars of our beingInto unknown territoriesTo release the dark easy of nonfulfillment.
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Photo from Wikimedia No being comes close to taking human life more than humans.Or making human life more miserable.We argue, saying the very things that will alienate our goal.We long for love, when what we do stifles it.We crave success so much we fail to see it flying near us like a butterfly. There are
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Photo by MART PRODUCTION from Pexels Summer. Under an expressway overpass three homeless men – JAKE (wearing a straw hat), JOE YA-KNOW (with a singer’s deep voice), and RATTLER (with a limp) – are busy laying out their plans and design for constructing a shed. Two-by-fours, sheets of plywood, corrugated roofing panels, and other materials are resting on
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