Why do you think you're better
If your culture is not the same?
Yes, maybe you seem different
But deep inside all are the same.
Why do they think they're better?
If one is black and one is white,
If one is man and one is woman.
They are the same, that is their right.
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'Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me, when addressed, belong to the abode of Ummi Awfa?
'And is it her dwelling at the two stony meadows, seeming as though they were the renewed tattoo marks in the sinews of the wrist?
'The wild cows and the white deer are wandering about there, one herd behind the other, while their young are springing up from every lying-down place.
'I stood again near it, (the encampment of the tribe of Awfa,) after an absence of twenty years, and with some efforts, I know her abode again after thinking awhile.
'I recognized the three stones blackened by fire at the place where the kettle used to be placed at night, and the trench round the encampment, which had not burst, like the source of a pool.
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Kung walked
by the dynastic temple
and into the cedar grove,
and then out by the lower river,
And with him Khieu Tchi
and Tian the low speaking
And "we are unknown," said Kung,
"You will take up charioteering?
"Then you will become known,
"Or perhaps I should take up charioterring, or archery?
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The First Epistle
Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of Kings.
Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
Expatiate(2) free o'er all this scene of Man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan;
A Wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot,
Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
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Color me red, white, and blue
Paint me with stripes and stars
Treat me with love and respect
I have been through many wars
Display me with dignity and pride
For you and me, many have died
Lift me as high as the sky
And let me gracefully fly
Don't let this banner drag I am your American Flag!
Je spreekt zonder haast
alsof elke zin ruimte kent
en stilte ook telt.
Ik kijk naar hoe je blijft staan
waar anderen wegkijken
en noem dat kracht.
It shows in quiet gestures
in listening without hurry
in holding space for another.
Not loud,mot demanding
but steady as a hand
that does not let go.
De optelsom van het leven
vermenigvuldigt zichzelf elke dag keer op keer weer opnieuw
als een stille kracht die groeit in het licht van de ochtend,
een beweging die nooit ophoudt te bestaan.
In elke ontmoeting schuilt een nieuwe uitkomst,
een som van dromen,fouten en verlangen,
en leert dat het delen met anderen de vooruitgang stimuleert,
zoals rivieren samenstromen naar een wijde zee.
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Your way of thinking is my wealth
not measured in numbers or possessions
but felt as growing clarity
that settles quietly within me.
It shapes my choices and my silences
offers direction without force
and widens my world
simply by existing.
Du bist sicher
in meinem Schatten,
wo das Licht weicher fällt
und die Welt kurz
vergisst zu drücken.
Ich stehe,
und der Sturm
geht um mich,
nicht um dich.
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