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Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 4 Reflection by Mabel Minney
They’ve explained you’re born on earth Yet you live in the stars. Heart beating In harmony with the final dwelling place. Crossing this great river, you move, stone by stone. Water and rock drown the soul of your shoe. Now your clothes are your enemy. Your future held...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 5 Reflection by Ursa Kaiser
This story arrives at a place of contentment With life and death sleeping in the same bed. Let me tell you of a storyteller. Early in life no choice but despair. The mud and muck between water and dirt Has no stone. Here, everything growing is sweet....
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 6 Reflection by Anka Bolorsukh
The child sees the old man, whining and moaning. “God!” he screams. The neighbor feeds tiny creatures and humming birds pass like angels before the window where grief makes a dark world. Where does grief come from? From over the mountain, high up on the other side,...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 6 Reflection by Jesus Gijon
In every city there are People who help out, A few become saintly The small spit of sand Comes from montaña de piedra. These tiny crystals are not broken They are bits of a whole. To not know life as a river is the worst. Both always follow the possible Never stopping...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 6 Reflection by Anka Bolorsukh
The child sees the old man, whining and moaning. “God!” he screams. The neighbor feeds tiny creatures and humming birds pass like angels before the window where grief makes a dark world. Where does grief come from? From over the mountain, high up on the other side,...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 6 Reflection by Jesus Gijon
In every city there are People who help out, A few become saintly The small spit of sand Comes from montaña de piedra. These tiny crystals are not broken They are bits of a whole. To not know life as a river is the worst. Both always follow the possible Never stopping...
Brahms’ Requiem: Movement 7 Reflection by Jayda Gray
Wind rattles the window at 3 a.m. Next door the neighbor lady lives a structured life. But murder shakes things up. Blood drips Ducking down to escape bullets . She pulls in hard to get hold of her breath, A life force we usually take for granted. It’s a cover...
The Need for Long Term Solutions
If every soul mattered in this world to every person, it would be a different world. If our lives were not so consumed with the shallowest of worries, perhaps our actions would better serve our Earth and our world house. If activism was a lifestyle rather than a post...
Combating Indifferences towards Homelessness
This Saturday the Freedom Center visited an encampment to meet with two comrades, Andrea and Greg, in Oakland. Greg and Andrea, two people with very different philosophies, have learned to live together. Their struggle of homelessness is one that requires forgiveness...
To Be of Use
Common good or I feel good? You don’t put a band-aid on a broken leg. Hand you an ice pack when you’re bleeding out. Give you a dollar and ignore your concussion. Where are you going to spend it when you can’t walk? That’s benefitting me alone. I feel like I did...
Organizing to Move Forward
We have goals that we not only want to achieve but need to achieve. Theories, practices, and challenges take us down the road to justice. Square wheels will not move us. Triangular wheels delay the much-needed process. Organizing, constructing relationships, and...
Hopeful World
In the morning, the sun rises,Hope across the world. Toddlers play, parents watch, hand out applesauceJoyous world. In the temple, monks meditate.Peaceful world. In the Capitol, white supremacists murder.Mocking democracy and the peopleFear wounds, fear...