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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.


This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….




What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee






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The Self, is the ultimate up close and merciless Truth!


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Sit with me St.Valentine ?



If you could sit with me a while,

what would you feel free to say

this day,(Grammys?Movies?uh,

c’mon, after all that is over, there would be this silence

like when Kanu killed a squirrel and didn’t know

whom to tell)…

what would we say,

knowing we might never meet again, or have

this chance to say what we are given to,


pic courtesy :National Geographic photographer thank you!

speak, and I will too, for time never returns, and what is

said in truth, however deep the place, is what lasts

a life, or


if I could speak back, I would too, but am afraid to be the first,

so I will wait.

I will wait.

Not just on Valentine’s, Saint




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