And here I am, I cannot believe it.
Sometimes it is such a dream, a dream,
where I stand up in the face of the wind,
like now, it blows at my jacket,
and my eyelids flick a little bit,
while I stare disbelieving….
The third day of spring,
and four years later, I can tell you,
how can one endure, how can one
become so cruel, how can one
die or become so cold? I can tell you this,
I have seen it every day, every day,
and still I am strong enough to love you,
love myself and feel good;
even as the earth shakes and trembles,
and I have not a thing to my name,
I feel as if I have everything, everything. – Jimmy Santiago Baca – (A poem from prison)
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Take Care Yogis, breath even deeper…
William