With one cosmic Source,
Whether Man, Ant, Bird, or Tree,
We all are siblings.
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Not a Poem, Just a Thought
Looking at my son, pondering the times, and standing in awe of the fragility and persistence of life. I don’t want him to grow up in a world in which people turn inward and hoard resources in times of crisis. I want him to know generosity and hope, even in the midst of intense pressure.
I guess that begins with me.
What kind of world do we want to leave behind?
Best to start now.
