Wednesday, December 29, 2010

My book was presented to Hamza Yusuf at the 2010 RIS Knowledge Retreat ...

Wish I could've been there ...

Monday, December 27, 2010

Look at the sky: That is for you ...

Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: Those faces are for you ...

And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: All these things are for you ...

They are as much for you as they are for other people ...

Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing

- (Miranda July)

What assumptions do you make about people based solely on gender ???

Monday, December 13, 2010

The Lost Joy ... By Olive Schreiner

All day, where the sunlight played on the sea shore, life sat ...

All day, the soft wind played with her hair, and the young, young face looked out across the water ...

She was waiting ...

She was waiting, but she could not tell for what ...

Love This ...

Friday, December 10, 2010

Interesting Australian Ad ...

A Litany For Survival ... By Audre Lorde (The Black Unicorn)

For those of us who live at the shoreline
Standing upon the constant edges of decision

Crucial and alone

For those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice

Who love in doorways coming and going
In the hours between dawns

Looking inward and outward
At once before and after
Seeking a now that can breed

Like bread in our children's mouths
So their dreams will not reflect
The death of ours

For those of us
Who were imprinted with fear

Like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
Learning to be afraid with our mother's milk

For by this weapon
This illusion of some safety to be found
The heavy-footed hoped to silence us

For all of us
This instant and this triumph

We were never meant to survive

And when the sun rises we are afraid
It might not remain

When the sun sets we are afraid
It might not rise in the morning

When our stomachs are full we are afraid
Of indigestion

When our stomachs are empty we are afraid
We may never eat again

When we are loved we are afraid
Love will vanish

When we are alone we are afraid
Love will never return

And when we speak we are afraid
Our words will not be heard
Nor welcomed

But when we are silent
We are still afraid

So it is better to speak
We were never meant to survive

Come With Me ... By Nneka

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing ... There is a time for silence ... A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny ... And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over ...

- (Octavia Butler)
Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence ... And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside ... I have one too, of course ... Like everybody else ... But sometimes it gets out of hand ... It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up ... What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person ...

- (Haruki Murakami)
It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams ...

- (Zora Neale Hurston)

Monday, December 6, 2010

Taken ... By Jafar Alam

Sometimes we give ourselves ...
Only to be taken (c)

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Ya Basta ... By Jafar Alam

Ya bani Adam (O Children of Adam)
Ya bani Adam (O Children of Adam)

Ya basta ...
Ya basta ...

O Children of Eve
O Children of Eve

Basta ya ...
Basta ya ...

Enough is enough (c)

Adrians Kiss ... By Jafar Alam

Adrian was only 6 years old
When his mothers heart stopped beating

He cried
Shook her
And screamed her name

His mouth was full of
Heartbreaking words

When nothing was able
To revive his mom

He kissed her forehead

Later, when the nurse cleaned her body

Her forehead had a small
Wet circle

She washed her face
Carefully around

Adrians kiss (c)

They Have Never Met ... By Jafar Alam

I know of a boy who has no bride
I know of a girl who has no groom

They open their eyes to the same sun
And shut their eyes to the same moon

They live under the same sky
Where lonely days, pass them by

His mind wakes and sleeps
Her heart aches and weeps

They have never met

Each other (c)

How Strange ... By Jafar Alam

How strange are those
Who fear death

And yet they still

Long for sleep (c)

How Is It ... By Jafar Alam

You are a mountain of sorrows
But my heart's as calm as a river

If I'm different from you

How is it that you move me so deeply ? (c)

True Story ...

An 8 year old came into my store today and said somethin like:

"No one can touch the sky ... You can touch air, but not the sky" ...

I was like "WORD" ...