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My heart cries when I hear racial slurs from those I know.
My heart cries when I see the Earth abused for economic profit or loss.
My heart cries when I hear the suffering inside and outside of our country.
My heart cries when I see people turning a blind eye and detaching their listening from those in need.
My heart cries when I realize I am not separate or above but ensconced in the suffering.
My heart cries when I wall off my heart, when I wall off my mind, and when I ignore taking compassionate action in the world around me.
My heart cries out Am I again being an imposter, and not being my true loving self?
My heart cries out that I need to shadow box because I’m again hiding behind a mask, and the world needs the love and the wisdom who I truly am.
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-Richard MacKay
Things that inspire me:
Learning in a variety of ways, literary, analytic, experimental, communicational, and being compassionate.
Creative endeavors, such as art, music, poetry, and dance. Hiking in the woods or in nature. Feeling the energy of oneness in nature that is not felt in the city. Strumming on the guitar and composing poetic verses.
The spirit of oneness in my experience. The connection between different facets of my experience, such as visual colors, harmonies, nature and language. Spirituality is sensing my world as both.
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