I have been reading/responding/posting about the atrocities, esp against children, at our southern border (U.S.).Calling Senators/Rep. I am fighting but heartbroken. I came to this beautiful, life-affirming poem & sobbed. Yes, life is. Life is horrific, unbelievably unbearable sometimes. An infant kidnapped from parents, cared for by fellow kidnapped child (who eventually loses interest), reeking in own bodily waste, drinking from toilet, in hellish, torturous, overcrowded, disease-laden cell or the "Dog Pound," outdoor cage w/no protection from driving heat in day, freezing cold at night. Yet this poem connects me to the Life that IS. That flows through every single thing, in & between atoms. Comforts me to some degree. Gives me "life" to do more tomorrow. I wish I could put myself in front of those guards. In front of Miller, disdainfully, hate-fully giving orders.
thanks for the inclusionary language, rajniknt. while an ideal most of us cannot reach consistently, i agree. and your use of the word "center" brings to mind a quote from voltaire that embraces this mystery: "god is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere." for a vibrant illustration of this via a richly detailed near-death experience, i highly recommend anita moorjani's "dying to be me." for me, it brought all of this into a simple, real-life, grounded form.
i am sorry but the incessant use of "the man," "him," "his," etc. completely ruins this article for me. i rewrote it for myself using "person," "one," and "she/her." how lazy to not include half your readers! you either don't care very much about what you're saying or you don't care about how this makes women feel. personally, i feel disrespected and excluded and angry. also, your punctuation is poor enough to make the writing confusing at times. one's surroundings include the language in which one couches their opinions and thoughts. as such, the "surroundings" of this article, the relentless exclusionary language, prevented me being in harmony with it or even from taking it in until i rewrote it. (please excuse lack of capitals, i have a broken hand...an indication of how strongly i feel is that i took time to respond with one-handed typing.)