The Dance of the Earth By Nana Yeboaa Poku


Every movement is a dance

To the tune of whistling winds

Mother of earth dances to the sounds of silence

To the hum of the sea

With wave-like fluidity

Sliding over rocks and soil

She dreams of home , of the unborn child

Mother of earth’s sway of arms

Is like the brushes dancing in the wind

Her lips sing in dialects foreign and exotic

Her very movement is a dance to many drums.

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”

Henry Miller


South Africa

Speech on Release from Prison, 1990 by Nelson Mandela


Our march toward freedom is irreversible. We must not allow fear to stand in our way.

Universal suffrage on a common voters roll in a united, democratic and non-racial South Africa is the only way to peace and racial harmony.

In conclusion, I wish to go to my own words during my trial in 1964 – they are as true today as they were then:

I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunity. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But, if need be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.

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For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.» – Nelson Mandela


Hong Kong

Walking from Xiamen and Looking at the Blue Sea by Cao Cao


East of Jieshi mountain, I gaze at the blue sea.
The water dances so gently, the mountain island towers.
Trees here grow thick, a hundred grasses are lush.
The autumn wind soughs, great waves rise up.
The path of the sun and moon, seems to come from within.
The splendid Milky Way, seems to come from inside.

Oh, I am so lucky, to be singing my song!

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«He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior»- Confucius






Eyes by Sukasah Syahdan

I used to believe that comprehension began right there;
that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility. Every time a picture offers a thousand words,
they claim the first to know; and if it were not through them, how would we fall for the beauty of a look?Then I learned that deception was easiest to enter thereabout; that the pair I’ve had might lie, at times like when they suggest the bigness of near and smallness of far. When a picture offers a thousand words, they may be
the first to be deceived; and if it were not through them,
why have many hearts ached at the tyranny of the skin deep?

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Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail” –Ralph Waldo Emerson



That Place by Titus Lo


A birth ends, another begins.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.

From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.

Will we learn today

From all whom have, the path, lay.

Will we turn the clocks of yesterday

And have it another way.

To learn to forget,

To learn to remember.

To strive only for That Place,

Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.

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A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” –Lao Tzu





Far Within Us #1 by Vasko Popa


We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earthFrom every pain
We do not mention
Grows a chestnut tree
That stays mysterious behind usFrom every hope
We cherish
Sprouts a star
That moves unreachable before usCan you hear a bullet
Flying about our heads
Can you hear a bullet
Waiting to ambush our kiss

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Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.» –Anatole France





Understand Old One- by Oodgeroo Noonuccal

What if you came back now
To our new world, the city roaring
There on the old peaceful camping place
Of your red fires along the quiet water,
How you would wonder
At towering stone gunyas high in air
Immense, incredible;
Planes in the sky over, swarms of cars
Like things frantic in flight.

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I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.” – Lillian Smith