Posted by: Upāsaka | 05/19/2017

With My People

No, not under the vault of alien skies,

And not under the shelter of alien wings—

I was with my people then,

There, where my people, unfortunately, were.

Anna Akhmatova

As the ice caps melt furiously and tin pot dictators rule the world with lies and violence, may I practice the way of compassion and wisdom. 


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