One of our favorite co-workers resigned this week. We’ll miss him but life goes on.
A plane lands in the Hudson. It could have been a tragedy but it is indeed a triumph. Life goes on.
Bush is on his way out and Obama is riding in on a most historic chariot. It is a beautiful thing but life must go on.
It seems whatever happens, significant or mundane, tragic or triumphant, Sorrowful or elating life always goes on. Wether we have to pick up the pieces or ride a wave and follow through, we must carry on.
We have learnt that whatever we are going through will always end. Everyone we know is fighting a battle in some way shape or form. This too will pass. At the end of it all, life goes on.
Will you be ready to carry on and learn from the past.
The Sankofa symbolizes one taking from the past what is good and bringing it into the present in order to make positive progress through the benevolent use of knowledge
How will you practice the sankofa today? What will you learn from the past?
The lessons are everywhere.
Motley traverse of lost souls
Heading to temporary destinations,
Or half awake
Wall street brushing against main street
Me with my midtown madness
Laptop bags that are not bombs.
Vagrants not dressed for 20 degrees
live either here or at City Hall.
Ipods replace good mornings
papers tell the simple sorrows
Decades from beatstreet
there is no progress here
Faces silent as death
Puzzled with sadness
Avoid my wandering eyes
Afraid to turn looks to stares
Forfeiting a smile
Afraid to break the silence of a Wednesday morning
I scribbled these randoms words on the train on my way to work. I got off the train, and the train went on.