Thursday, September 24, 2020

a writer's Kaddish

 Whoever transforms himself, transforms the world.

-- Sofie Stril-Rever, translator for the Dalai Lama

I feel it in my nerves
in my breath
the sense of touch
that links feeling of flesh
to feeling emotions
I am okay, and so I know
the world is too, somehow
"We are the world," it's been said
the song is you

touch that pen 
let it feel the paper
watch as it writes
touches you, too
re-rights the world
infuses peace of heart
balance of just
source of light 
stars, eyes, mind
one shared thought
it must

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