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  • Christmas Letter from Tagore

    Christmas Letter from Tagore

    More than 100 years ago, Rabindranath Tagore, winner of the 1913 Nobel Prize for Literature, spent five months in the United States trying to raise money for his newly founded Visva-Bharati University. He was mostly unsuccessful, in part, because British officials in the USA were discreetly working against him, dissuading rich benefactors from donating. This…

  • Writing a Spiritual Christmas List

    Writing a Spiritual Christmas List

    Most of us are familiar with writing Christmas Lists. As children we might have been encouraged by our parents to write to Santa Claus, sending him our list of desired gifts. We might have also been told that Santa Claus kept his own “list of who’s naughty and nice.” As we became adults enmeshed in…

  • Where is the Peace?

    Where is the Peace?

    It seems as if ‘Peace’ has become a dirty word. There is talk of a ceasefire, humanitarian pause, resolutions, and emergency joint summits. But Peace? Where is the Peace? I have been searching for peace for a long time. Both inside and out. Longing for peace, I sometimes to go to Assisi, also known as…

  • I Cannot Live Without You

    I Cannot Live Without You

    I stand here ironingt-shirtsa green dressyour shirt for work.And think how absurdwith a genocidenot miles away. An endless litany of wordsdrained of all meaning and force.Genocide, ethnic cleansing,displacement, occupation,hostage and liberation.Under siege and mass atrocities. Words without context.Terrorist. Nazi. Zionist. Fascist.Hamas. Antisemitic.Jew. Christian. Moslem.Massacre and holocaust. Slippery collective shadowruthlessly reckless.Animal. Beast.Less than human.Savages. I ease…

  • Wake Whole

    There is a hole in my heart.Tender and whole.Seeking light… How to view these images?Eyes shut. Heart open.With prayer. Greediness for revengenever works.Only backfires.I know this.My father murdered when I wasjust fifteen. Where does the pain go?No where fast.I know this.More than fifty years later. Our suffering…must be more than just that.Stop. Please stop.And turn…