Enlightenment is not day and night.Enlightenment is an infinite trail of sunrisesFinding us. We are birds who will meet of a seasonPassing life and truth on to othersThrough usTill we part. Pieces of the mirror:Siddhārtha GautamaVirginia WoolfMarc ChagallStephen HawkingAnna Karenina. Suffering’s as much a part of life’s existenceAs breath, flesh, and blood. When Yashoda, foster-mother […]
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In Buddhism the individual does not “own” her levels of Enlightenment. They are property of Enlightenment itself. As the morning is not owned by the sun.
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In the depth of the snowbound hours of winterIn the private of my stolen-alone hours of silenceIn the heart of all forgotten, phantom cosmonautsI find images of you. With twinges of fear, I confess: What if we never had met?What if Gabriel? What if Gretta?What if I’d never read them in Joyce? Never his ‘Dubliners’?
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Written on July 4, 2019 We are a diaspora of ourselves,America. Dreams drowning, in stagnation.Trust bursting in thin air, by the dawn’s early light.Aspirations gallantly waving, in shock. We are the unmindful, to our creed:To hold these truths self-evident.Red-white-and-blue flares everywhere.While rainbows somewhere coexist. We are the immigrants of our time.We are the immigrants along
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Softly she counted me.I was the least of her worryAnd the height of her joy. Her unexpected one.Her quiet one.Her stolen one.Her simple one. I was the one whose eyesMeant the meaning of nut brown and purityAnd never cried.I was the one whose lipsTouched her breastsWith tender essence of peace.I was the one whose hairHeld
