The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
Wars and genocides and revolutions to ensure that none of the children live to become adults, and then late afternoon and then early evening but no ghosts.
One hundred thousand people from diverse walks of life, building art, riding bikes together in the desert, surviving dust storms, and there was no war.
The wages of war are swinish, dark, bottomless. Yoga is practiced for one reason, uniting body, spirit, mind. The wages of Yoga are breath light energy.
Having clearly defined values will allow you to exist within chaos from a centered place, and help avert toxic people who leave us drained and disrespected.
In finding balance, whether in a person or in a society, it is important that we strike a balance -- between yin and yang, feminine and masculine, receptivity and activity -- regardless of which gender we conform to (or not). It is in this balance that we become whole human beings.
But, the young men and women who are dying today for us, everyday, everywhere, who are crippled and maimed for life? We should cry for them. Cry, that that they are so naive, so innocent, so willing, so trusting, so patriotic and so foolish as to risk everything they have without having ever ...