What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.
“Pandemic” a poem
How Brave You Are
How brave you are for slowing down
Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood
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A reunion of the seminal Indian / European jazz fusion band for NPR's Tiny Desk Concert
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Hand of War
From the series of Palestinian poets
My desperate and sad prayer
I pray for Israel, I pray for Palestine
Galoba (The Prayer)
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The Ant, the Grasshopper, and the Antidote to the Cult of More
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