Unbelief is good medicine, undoing belief
better:
all beings free to leave their being
and enter silence.
The nameless tree with its forest
of green,
the endless expanse called
sky, beaks and
feathered wings with their urgent
conversations;
all around, the light that sets the vital body
to humming,
and the dark of re-creation:
the world held for us in promise
until it is loosened from
our thinking.
"Whose voice calls me from the furthest reaches of the universe?"
Exploring the vital intersection of healing arts and indigeneity with Egyptian international interdisciplinary sound artist
A poem by Palestinian refugee Nibal Khalid
She, who speaks in climactic seed bursts of inspiration and steady sunrises the color of commitment.
Amid the cacophony of a cicada emergence, Anisa George reflects on her choice to leave the Bahá’í faith and its promise of a new civilization
Plenitude of sound / Infinitude of words / Transform within
But Ukraine is a country of the baroque
No matter how sick I feel, I’m still afire with a need to do something for my living
