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Valuing Intentions: A Radically Compassionate Act

Update: I have written a companion piece to this post, describing practical ways in which valuing intentions have manifested in my own life. You can find it here. So often in social justice movements, I see this chant being leveled … Continue reading

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On Apologies

Part 1 I have journeyed into my marrow, dug into bone, with a toothpick and found the root of my truth, a sprouting seed, unfurling capillaries across my limbs, down to my fingers, blossoming like cherries, like blood oranges. Part2 Like harm … Continue reading

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कर्म

“People who don’t see their nature and imagine they can practice thoughtlessness all the time are liars and fools. They fall into endless space.[…] They can’t tell good from evil. […]To attain enlightenment without seeing your nature is impossible. Still others … Continue reading

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Dear Dudes

Dear Dudes: If you ever feel enraged with yourself because you feel guilty and then you project that rage onto the person to whom you should be saying sorry, please have this newsflash: You are not an adult. You are … Continue reading

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Happy Endings

Two Part 1 More than that night, I remember those wounded animal days: I couldn’t meet the sky, (those brilliant) sunny days of friendship in your eyes without mine blurring to wash away memory dust, floating on dreams and settling in … Continue reading

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Water in the Wood

Part 2 In the bath, I feel a whirlpool gather, as I pull the bathroom stopper and think how much water can I drink? And the whirlpool sucks     on my fingertips, pulls at the wrinkles (there they’re) like miniature … Continue reading

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