I am an activist on a mission of social justice, human rights, and peace. The Buddhists have an old tale of a man entering a room with the most luscious banquet of everything imaginable to enjoy, but the people cannot bend their arms to eat. He then enters the next room, representing a heaven, where there is again the most luscious banquet, yet again the people cannot bend their arms. But, they can feed each other. In ancient Greek, the word Agape means God's love of man, man's love of God, brotherly love, charity, alms, literally the love feast.
Everything travels in waves...light waves, sound waves...imagine if the opposite of atomic chain reaction could be achieved, the chain reaction of something magnificent like peace in the Middle East. I am so tired of waiting on our leaders to make peace. Perhaps if we all plant seeds of peace in our communities, in our little microscopic way around the world, and in our hearts, world peace might someday become possible.
Everything travels in waves...light waves, sound waves...imagine if the opposite of atomic chain reaction could be achieved, the chain reaction of something magnificent like peace in the Middle East. I am so tired of waiting on our leaders to make peace. Perhaps if we all plant seeds of peace in our communities, in our little microscopic way around the world, and in our hearts, world peace might someday become possible.
- Last seen on Oct 29 6:36 AM. Member since July 5, 2008.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 408 comments.
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, and quote is "Extremely hurt". - I am a 46 year old woman (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm engaged in activism and mission work or crying and hoping.
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It took a harsh wake-up call, but finally I accepted he was just using me to have somebody in his life like he used hookers so he wouldn't have to feel alone. He was always so critical of me, to the point of verbal abuse. He ran, hung up on me, broke up with me everytime things got tough to the point of emotional aSeptember 24, In Abuse, Angry, Depression, Diary, Hate, Lost love, Personal, Sadness, Suicide. 300 words. → Make first comment?
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Miyabi on September 11Hey, I've just read your page's description, and I must say... respect due! I write things such as that for my high school's newspaper, and it's great to see there are others with POSITIVE visions. I'll be checking out your poems soon...
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Jay Dead : Thank You on April 28Wow and i thought i was the only political activist!
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Rayni Dayz on April 15You write with such heart in everything I've read so far. It's beautiful! Keep it up.
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inspired-8 on February 6another gold
woohoo!!
