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On the sidewalk of time
on my path,
there are objects from life
strewn along -
it is like a library, or a film.

I meet a stranger in a glance
from the land of my Lord's birth,
in the sunlight,
knowing only the light of now
when Avalokitesvara nods to himself.

Sticks and Stones can break my bones, but names will never hurt me.

This is a piece that I started during the Boston Marathon last month. Fundamentally, this is about rhetoric, speech, especially speech that is intended to persuade.
There are two sides to that old adage; although it is usually used to show scorn for those who use foul language and insults, but it is also a suggestion to remain non-violent. I suppose that the bombs that were set off at the finish of the Boston ...