WORIMI MONDAYS, Crazy I Know!
A big question for humanity is how do we keep our heart open when witnessing so much suffering. The reality is anything new we build has to be done with an open heart. Otherwise we just create another version of the current extraction matrix. Real change requires a pure heart.
— Ω Ψ±ΩΩ ΨΨ³ΩΨ§ (@Maryamhasnaa) August 30, 2024
Imagine if we could channel all the energy expended in judging other people harshly into learning, appreciating & loving life, caring, creativity, and coming up with collaborative solutions."
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By Fanny Howe “Tapestry” The ruin we made of our garden Is confusing even today. Seven trees times three Planted for the first children Now dread covered. Bastards I could never have lived with Occupy that land today. My love cried when it lost Its place of rest. It died for me. It died for us. Gray apples, a rotten bone. Love and time that sucked on them. Water draws strength from stones And tries to move them And this way prevent erosion Of something deeper down That supports them all. We should have watered more. Or bought more hydrangea To decorate the groundswell Before the great flood Of warriors and moneymen.
From issue no. 219 (Winter 2016) Paris Poetry Review |
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