Waiting

So this morning I open my inbox and I have received an email from a very good friend about Obama's plan to nationalize farming, control every aspect of agriculture and outlaw organic farming. So for the past hour I have been sitting here, reading through some of my most trusted news sources to have a response or explanation for why I think this is an absurd story and completely untrue. In the headlines and the commentaries I get lost with "Barry" bashing. Where are the answers? I've tried to be educated about the new administration and "his radical ideas" but I can't say I have a good grasp on what the future holds. I am a student, waiting for the word on what I will get for school this year. I am waiting for my math book to come in the mail. I'm waiting to see if I will get a raise any time this year. I'm waiting to see if I will have a career to build a future on and buy a house and grow old and wait. 

How can I answer the question my friend sends? She sends it to me because I've been the voice, the only voice of hope at times? We work to together and share our pains together. How can I, an individual react to the idea of this injustice being inflicted onto our environment and compromising our national/natural freedoms? How can I forget where my values and virtues lie? I will be brave in times of trouble. I will choose the middle path, as Buddha did. That is my only answer for now. Hopefully Barack will do the same.

Walk each path as if it is your first, your last, your all. Eat slowly and taste the bounty you intake. Breath slowly and mindfully for it is a gift to live. That is my answer and my blessing to you my friend. Namo Amitofu.  -R

http://kalman.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/26/so-moved/?em

Temple of fallen women

I took woman studies two terms ago and wrote a ranting poem. I felt like posting old stuff I have written and wanted to share. Here's part of the piece:

Pink Dress Blue Shirt

I woke up with a war in my pants 

Leslie Feinberg wanna dance?

I am torn down from both sides 

only succeed in building

a wall for my lover 

climb the ladder

of

Success should not be based on lackluster testicles

it should be based on smarts from the start

I won't succeed with a partner dragging his feet

Why should I settle to live life on my knees?

Businesses can be made with suits -ties that get by

And we wonder why

I stand accused

Bare my breasts for plastic beads

Bare my knuckles and feed

Expose my anger and fight

Female form blessed 

strength strife

Anxiety attack

Dear Abb,

Hey you know love is a fickle thing, like Portland's love of Thai restaurants. But what I actually have to say is in regards to regret....

See... I don't feel regret in love, past, present or future. I don't secretly pine for a girlfriend that got away, some fling that slipped through my fingers or the one night-might-have-beens. I don't need to worry about that shit. Its fleeting, wasteful, useless like a wistful fart in temple. 

I'm not on a soap box here. No Ms. Abb, I'm trying to lay it out for you. I got these reasons, these aching reasons to sit here and tell ya that I'm not trying to fool anyone. I have nothing to hide. This isn't a rant. No, this, this right here, has reason. I won't sit for being made a fool of. I won't sit with shaking hands. The hiding of the heart is the devil's only playground. Only the biggest fool would walk down the path of a hidden love. So yeah...Am I a fool? 

Sincerely yours, Secret Heart.

The 1st period is won by the best technician. The 2nd period is won by the kid in the best shape. The 3rd period is won by the kid with the biggest heart. 
Dan Gable 

When I want to give in, when I'm out of breath, when things are lost, I look to my heart to see. Following it never goes wrong. -R