Sunday, August 25, 2002
"The terrible war flower
has left her footprints-
countless petals of separation and death
in white and violet.
Very tenderly, the wound opens itself in the depths of
Its color is the color of blood,
its nature the nature of separation. "
The Beauty of Spring Blocks My Way by Thich Nhat Hanh
The nature of separation?
Drawing a Line . . . .