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Where Is The Enemy?

Thich Nhat Hanh On Nonviolence

In order to rally people behind them, the governments need an enemy and are very ready to approve that. They want us to be afraid in order for us to rally behind them. They want us to hate in order for us to rally behind them. And if they do not have a real enemy, they would invent one in order to mobilize us.

Ca Dao Vietnam

Vietnamese Folk Poetry | Story Poem

The Tall One

He rolls the flower cart down the sidewalk, and I watch him through the window. Six days a week he goes by with his cart of flowers. He comes by just before visiting hours and stays until all the visitors have gone into the hospital.

Sunbeams

Though no two centuries are very much like each other, some hours perhaps are; moments are; critical moments nearly always are. Emotions are the same. We are the same. The man, not the day, is the lasting phenomenon.

Eudora Welty, “Reality in Chekhov’s Stories”

The Man In The Control Booth

Wycke, I knew, had thought of his eyes as prisms, capable of seeing many points of view at once. They sat in deep dark sockets, alert, cautious, and ever vulnerable, like two small animals uneasy in their burrows.

The Appassionata Poems

True Love

A Conversation With Bartholomew

Bartholomew: I see two areas of difficulty. One is in the realm of relationships. Can you tell me your perception of the problem?

Louis David: I’m thinking of my wife, Christine. We’ve been married 17 years. Not long ago, she and I met with her therapist and he said that I recreated her reality for her.

Journeys

To a wedding reception in Buffalo, across the endless Atlantic, with LSD to a raki bottle with a note inside

Sunbeams

Despite all appearances, conditions of an exterior nature do not cause wars, or poverty, or disease, or any of the unfortunate circumstances apparent in the world. Your beliefs form your reality. Your thoughts generate practical experience. When these change, conditions will change.

Seth, in Jane Roberts’ The Nature of the Psyche

On My Way From Ohio To Florida To Visit My Parents I Stop At The Days Inn In Ringgold, Georgia And Write This Poem