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Fear Of Rest

In the stillness there are forces and voices and hands and nourishment that arise, that take our breath away, but we can never know this, know this, until we rest.

By Wayne Muller May 2020
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Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is / you must lose things, / feel the future dissolve in a moment

By Naomi Nye April 2020
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One’s Place Upon The Earth

As I strolled through a glide of water clear as air, my fisherman’s heart did a somersault when I sighted, not twenty feet away, two chinook salmon easily twenty times the size of the trout I’d been happily catching and releasing.

By David Duncan March 2020
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On Foot And On Faith

I did not seem to be walking on the earth. There were no people or even animals around, but every flower, every bush, every tree seemed to wear a halo. There was a light emanation around everything and flecks of gold fell like slanted rain through the air.

By Peace Pilgrim February 2020
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Joyas Voladoras

Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe.

By Brian Doyle January 2020
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To be of use

The people I love the best / jump into work headfirst / without dallying in the shallows / and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.

By Marge Piercy December 2019
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Racing Toward The Future

[History] rushes on, as it always did, with two forces racing toward the future, one splendidly uniformed, the other ragged but inspired.

By Howard Zinn November 2019
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A Pale Blue Dot

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great, enveloping cosmic dark.

By Carl Sagan October 2019
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Feeling Fucked Up

dope death dead dying and jiving drove / her away made her take her laughter and her smiles / and her softness and her midnight sighs⁠—

By Etheridge Knight September 2019
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from Dwellings

The whole world was a nest on its humble tilt, in the maze of the universe, holding us.

By Linda Hogan August 2019