Ours is an age in which thousands are driven daily from their homelands by the unforgiving brutalities of war, terrorism, political oppression, starvation, disease, economic piracy
ABERJHANIAt the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
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I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself
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The books are also a part of what I call the great continuum of spiritual literary dialogue that I feel has been in progress since human beings
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Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics,
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Stars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.
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In its essence, Martin Luther King Jr.’s ‘I Have a Dream’ speech is one citizen’s soul-searing plea with his countrymen––
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How hard are human beings willing to fight to achieve and sustain justice, equanimity, or joy? And should progress be called such when it devours what is best within the human spirit?
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While it is unlikely that poetry or art shall eliminate the reality of war in the twenty-first century, it is thrilling to know there remain individuals, and even entire communities,
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Because of this mixture of traits, these twins called Genius and Madness often appear to be the same thing.
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The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms
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Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
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The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
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The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words.
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Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely — whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else–it presents us with the gift of ourselves.
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Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
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The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color.
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