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The Civilized Life

I When the hands cease creating ... pottery, paintings, portraits, machines Or gathering seeds, nursing forests ... II When the head ceases pondering philosophy ... How to ameliorate, annihilate sufferings Or simply how to be kind, reduce crime ... III When the heart stops caring enough to endure ... things that must be endured (Gandhi did, and Ramabai) Or a Dr. King, simply to love, give, forgive ... IV We become obsessed with those holes

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Date: 12/15/2019 8:15:00 AM
Very inspiring and true.
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Date: 12/9/2019 8:08:00 AM
Stimulating poem! Thanks for your kind words - What "holes" were you referring to? Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
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Date: 12/9/2019 5:15:00 AM
Well penned and more necessary than ever to fix those holes. A seamstress of words. Kai
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Date: 12/9/2019 3:31:00 AM
"love, give, forgive" - RIGHT! This makes this write amazing.
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