Mahatma Gandhi, Letter To American Friends, August 3, 1942

Dear friends, As I am supposed to be the spirit behind the much discussed and equally well abused resolution of the Working Committee of the Indian National Congress on independence, it has become necessary for me to explain my position. For I am not unknown to you. I have in America perhaps the largest number of friends in the West – not even excepting Great Britain. British friends knowing me personally are more discerning than the American. In America I suffer from the well-known malady called hero worship. The good Dr. Holmes, until recently of the Unity Church of New … Continue reading Mahatma Gandhi, Letter To American Friends, August 3, 1942

Hymn to Kali

Mother, if our Soul is Timeless, and its glimmering knowledge of Your eternal existence is Time, then You are keeper of both Time and Timelessness, pirouetting along the outer rim of the great bowl of your starred universe—causeless yet causing and primal yet final. The eternal vibration of your dancing feet pattering reach this little world and beats against my eardrums, as a drummer’s fingers strike a mrindagam, yet it is beyond sound as it is beyond thought, even as the pulsating luminescence of your ever-presence and the long night of your ever-absence is beyond sight. Ever-seeking our weary soul, … Continue reading Hymn to Kali

ഭൂമിദാനം / भूदान / Bhoomidan

Bhoomidanam (“land gift”) was a movement led by Acharya Vinoba Bhave, an Indian sage and Gandhian disciple who walked hundreds of miles through India for 13 years with the mission of convincing landlords to renounce some of their holdings, for the social uplift of the poor and downtrodden and in order to promote village self-sufficiency. Chief amongst his many accomplishments was the founding of the Brahma Vidya Mandir, an ashram where women practiced agriculture, prayer, and nonviolence in order to achieve self-sufficiency. Like Gandhiji, he sought peace, freedom, and self-determination for the Indian people from the tyranny of the British … Continue reading ഭൂമിദാനം / भूदान / Bhoomidan

I too, hear America singing by Horace Julian Bond

I too, hear America singing But from where I stand I can only hear Little Richard And Fats Domino. But sometimes, I hear Ray Charles Drowning in his own tears or Bird Relaxing at Camarillo or Horace Silver doodling, Then I don’t mind standing a little longer, Horace Julian Bond, printed in Morehouse College “Pegasus” Continue reading I too, hear America singing by Horace Julian Bond