by Victoria Rathernottell

Blue is vastness The sea drooling Waves crashing against rocks My mirrored image staring at me From moonlit ocean tides Blue is hope, rejuvenation Owls screeching, snow melting Trees sprouting in the plain Sparrows painting twilight Stars flourishing; the moon chanting Someone falling into the sky Blue is peace Deer skipping through pools of diamonds

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A Buddhist Theory of Language

by Sharon Lin

I knelt on the silken scarf laid across the hardwood floor, my head bent in silent prayer to the spirits of my ancestors. I heard muffled sounds of chanting monks through the old music player at the side of the decaying red shrine. There was no silence on Saturday morning for me. A little after the

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My World

by Nusrat Angela

I have always thought “my world” is too small. Living in a crowded city in Bangladesh, I am surrounded by one “class” of people. I am rooted in a conservative society in which, from a very young age, a path is set for every child. Being different is met with disapproval; it means you have

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Mother Tongues

by Gary Eberle

Human beings come into the world hard-wired to speak any human language. Each of us, at birth, is cap-able of making any sound humans can make, and any baby can potentially under-stand any human tongue. As we grow we learn a particular language — our “mother tongue” — and our ability to learn other languages

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The Power of Words In My Tradition

by Nimai Agarwal

Words. They are behind almost every story. I am fascinated by the importance of words in the Vedas, which, as a Hindu, I’ve grown up with. Words are the heart of Hindu traditions, stories, and culture. As I’ve returned to the scriptures over the years, I’ve begun to notice a pattern. Words come to the forefront,

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Color in Art and Life

by Eleanor Goetz

As a young child I remember scraping my knee while riding my bike. I made a sharp turn and fell onto the hot, black pavement. In that moment, I could not breathe. The bright red of blood caught my eye and I began to cry, even though it did not hurt that much. The color

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The Navel: Symbol or State of Mind?

by Paulo Coelho

Many languages of the world have the same expression to define a person centered only on the self: “navel-gazing.” Why? First, I looked up a definition, where navels are described in a very limited manner: a scar resulting from the natural dropping of the umbilical cord. Generally, in humans it has a round and deep

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Humanity’s Search for Life and Love

by Opal Tang

Interfaith Connections is a column for teens to dialogue about how their faith or wisdom tradition influences their view of life’s big questions. In each issue, three teens from different backgrounds respond to a question posed by the Editorial Board, based on the theme. This quarter the Ed Board asks:   Do the symbols, or

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A Realization About the Nature of Truth

by Simone Britto

As I rode in the backseat of my cousin’s tiny yellow car through the bustling town of Panjim, India, to my uncle’s house, I gazed out the window and marveled at the different colors. It was Christmas season and every building was a different shade of bright pastel, adorned with religious artifacts, from crosses to statues

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Jewels of India

by Niti Majethia

I was born and raised in Mumbai, India, a country full of different traditions and values. India has a caste system with different classes in Hindu society: Gujratis, Kutchis, South Indians, Punjabis, and many more. Since each caste believes in a different god, India is adorned with many different beautiful temples. Each caste has its own

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