Coldness had tiptoed into New York City as the winter bird had begun weaving its nest. It let out chirps in the air and I swallowed them in, my tummy tumbling. I walked through the neighborhood of New York University, my heart bustling, just like the city. It was November 11th, 2012, and of course,
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Backyard Woods
The woods — a still atmosphere Yet teeming with life under the surface, The gnarled tree branches, The moist ground underneath, The decayed perfume fragrance, Tumbled in the breeze. We moved forward, No direction in mind, Following a course that was not predetermined, Shoes barely making a sound, On the slippery glistening leaves That did
- November 28, 2012
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Mailman
When they come, they come in boxes. They’re do-it-yourself kits, packaged with batteries and styrofoam, Goody bags the siblings get at birthday parties, perhaps, Or the dog the family eagerly promises to love and take care of forever— Go fetch, they say, the red rubber ball a blur against the blue background. First, he
- November 26, 2012
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- The God Issue
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The Pear Tree
I stroke a lily’s petals Rub dew between my fingertips And watch the day blossom before me As a bumblebee whispers her prayers To the branches of a pear tree. Golden light streams through the twisted branches Hummingbirds and seeds Drifting through the summer solstice. On this day of blessed idleness I lie
- October 17, 2012
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River Water
Slowly, slowly straight and down, It shines like a brand new crown, It passes from every town, But sometimes it changes into brown. It never stops, just flows and flows. Thousands of flowers along it grow. It is essential everyone knows. It can sometimes be bad if reaches the nose. It offers its
- July 11, 2012
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- Exploring Time
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Something Inside
How does a person know when something inside of them is changing? Things do change. Storms turn into sun, snow melts into spring. People change. Perhaps a new talent or hobby is rising out of the abyss that is the human brain. Have you ever shaken a dust filled rug or piece of cloth? The
- July 2, 2012
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One Among Many
Fog lingers like the words of a friend, or even a stranger. Obscuring much, it is a protector, concealing hidden fortunes, only to timidly reveal them when the time is right. In this case, there is a small outdoor school. The fog lingers under canopies and in open space. The wind bites like an angry
- June 27, 2012
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My Teachers
As you grow older you realize you learn a lot Some things from books, others things from a shot. Shot of pain, shot of regret, shot of loneliness Shot of humor, shot of excitement and happiness. The word shot means surprise, when pain pinches you While standing in the rainbow. That aching feeling inside you
- May 23, 2012
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- A Lens on Learning
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Making Peace, Becoming Awake: Contemplative Practice in Education
Wherever you are in the world, a quiet—one might call it a “mindful”—revolution is taking place in education. Visit a classroom in a high school, college, university, or professional school, and you might well see students sitting quietly with their eyes closed attending to their breath. They are using an age-old contemplative practice to settle
- April 16, 2012
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Unison
The only color is the yellow and orange of the seats, usually covered up by the half-sleeping commuters, listening to the melody of their lives, tuned to only their station. Lights flicker above and the windows are dark. The only one who breaks this silence is a screaming baby. A young child looks around, with
- March 28, 2012
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