A poem on the joys of fasting by Jelaluddin Rumi, who was born in what is now Afghanistan in 1207. Fasting There’s hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness.We are lutes,
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May the world not descend into chaos… May it find clarity, may it regain its essence…* Stanza 1 Odíderé ayékòótá máa wolè máràbaOdéderé ayébòútó máa wolè máràbaoò ri’ báyé nwá
BadBwoy Kitchen Description Hi! My name is Bryan! I’m from Jamaica but currently live in Florida. I’ve been cooking since I was a kid and continue to pursue it as
. *A Tale of Sovereignty, Fire, and the Dance of Progress* — 1. The Baobab and the Storm: Sovereignty in the Face of Wind Illustration: Picture a towering baobab tree,
A monk once told me in Hangzhou’s mist-draped hills: *“To answer ‘ha!’ is to clap with one hand—soundless, yet the valley answers.”* In Lagos, a Yoruba drummer paused mid-rhythm,
. Beneath the tamarind tree where roots drink from nameless rivers, we lay down our names like rusted coins. A shadow is not a “someone”—it borrows light to dance,
— In Chinese metaphysics, alcohol embodies the balance of opposing forces—fire (陽 *yang*) and water (陰 *yin*). The *I Ching* (*Book of Changes*) describes this as the “水火既济” (water-fire
— Pre-Christian Eurasia thrived on cyclical unity, where Vikings saw death as a nightly sleep before dawn’s rebirth , Chinese sages harmonized with *wu wei* (無為), and African griots
