Embrace silence so that you can hear the master speak of things you may never find in books or idle talk.
Magic doesn’t work in this new place.
Native poetry has lost rhythm and rhyme,
Familiar food is labeled a curiosity,
And hostile stares replace familial love.
To be an immigrant
Is to be solitary in the midst of millions.
365 Tao, Deng Ming-Dao
Age is a dance between frailty and freedom. Now my mind can stretch while my body cannot. But before the last word of my song is sung, I will…
– Steven Charleston, Hope as Old as Fire
“It is in the forms of the living that the dead most convincingly haunt us.”
– John Banville
“Mercy is not a stone to be carved in endless judgment, but a feather to be released to the playful wind.”
-Steven Charleston, Climbing the Stairs of Sunlight