At ease with the source. I revel in the silent song of the breeze. The oppression that begins each moment comes to grip with the minds eye. In the dark green density of the forest there is place where all beings, all consciousness, all experience comes together in the flight of the wasp, in the darkness and secrets of mestizo eyes, in the torrid and raging passion of pagan rituals. All cries, all pleas, all justice, all meanings are visible to the divine in you, to the divine in me. Swept up in the anthem of human progress and the rendering of ourselves to mink coats and alligator shoes. Hoping and praying we remember where we learned to become human.

Umar Bin Hassan

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