Notes from a Buddhist Household on the Great Eastern Plateau
Sunday, February 24, 2008
imagine being so driven so desperate using almost anything money, liquor, guns, and lies to take land from people who'd been here for over 500 years.
imagine new people occupying that land five six seven ten generations slowly learning what money, liquor, guns and lies will buy
and now we after a half-life in these hills still under the influence know almost nothing of the first people who laughed and sang here not so long ago almost nothing of their sacred ways and stories or their word for the mystery
Do you even know how to say goodbye in their language?