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“Sonnet 1147 Only way to grow together as a couple, is to nourish each other's individual growth. Only way to grow together as a society, is to empower each other's personal growth. Learn from Manu, Majnun, Vyas and M.A.S.H, Absorb all good like an eager sponge. Tradition of tribe has outstayed its welcome, Now outgrow the fences across fearful hunch. Na desi, na videsi, Banna hai to bano visvadesi. Bohot aye despar marnevaale, Des ke par chalo sudhare insani zindagi. Ni local, ni extranjero, Simplemente seamos humano. Más allá de la patria, más allá de la muerte, Vivamos como un planeta pueblo. Ni obediente, ni opresivo - Luchando por igualdad seremos humano.”

“Before humans started messing around with the system, nature existed in harmony for millions of years—a beautiful symphony of seasonal change, birth and death, creation and destruction. This same harmony that drives the natural world applies to the intangible, emotional world of humans. We, too, must achieve harmony between all the elements of our lives, between the internal self and the external world.”

“While professionals and patients can be blamed for 'believing' in an illness or having one, patients also report problems when they are believed. Some professionals, they commented, have worryingly simplistic ideas of 'integration'. Ignoring the separately named alters in effect offers a psychic death sentence rather than aiding integration. If anything it can create a compliant false-self 'main person' who answers to [his or] her name and keeps all other 'states' in silent terror internally.”

“I was raised in what is now the "jungle" of New York, the lower Bronx, and, indeed, at that time it was a very pleasant place. We played like all other kids. Where I lived was a very small enclave, a ghetto, but there were a number of ghettos. Most of the people there were immigrants; first generation Americans from Italy, Ireland, Poland, and there were a few French people. In a way, in a peculiar way, it was an integrated community composed of several separated ghettos. That was about the norm in those days. The idea of integration hadn't really gotten started, so I think that for anyone living today it would be a period that would be really difficult to understand...it was...in spite of some of the racism which I began to learn in school, a rather pleasant life.”

“Being an immigrant is not a status but a state of mind. It doesn’t stop when you “assimilate” or “integrate” or when you go from being an “outsider” to an “insider.” It is what you think of yourself. You only really stop being an immigrant when you reject other immigrants and try to slam the door in their faces when they try to emulate you.”

“...Me, I do not want to go to no suburbans not even Brooklyn. But Joyce wants to integrate. She says America has got two cultures, which should not he divided as they now is, so let's leave Harlem." "Don't you agree that Joyce is right?" "White is right," said Simple, "so I have always heard. But I never did believe it. White folks do so much wrong! Not only do they mistreat me, but they mistreats themselves. Right now, all they got their minds on is shooting off rockets and sending up atom bombs and poisoning the air and fighting wars and Jim Crowing the universe." "Why do you say 'Jim Crowing the universe'?" "Because I have not heard tell of no Negro astronaughts nowhere in space yet. This is serious, because if one of them white Southerners gets to the moon first, COLORED NOT ADMITTED signs will go up all over heaven as sure as God made little green apples, and Dixiecrats will be asking the man in the moon, 'Do you want your daughter to marry a Nigra?' Meanwhile, the N.A.A.C.P. will have to go to the Supreme Court, as usual, to get an edict for Negroes to even set foot on the moon. By that time, Roy Wilkins will be too old to make the trip, and me, too." "But perhaps the Freedom Riders will go into orbit on their own," I said. "Or Harlem might vote Adam Powell into the Moon Congress.'' "One thing I know," said Simple, "is that Martin Luther King will pray himself up there. The moon must be a halfway stop on the way to Glory, and King will probably be arrested. I wonder if them Southerners will take police dogs to the moon?”

“The polarities of personality often present as victim and oppressor, the haves and the have nots, rights and wrongs, and other seemingly persistent divisions in our society. These polarities are not the source of this tension, but when we relate with the polarities through a reactionary state of operation, we can easily divide ourselves along those lines. Us and them. The familiar and the other. When we don't own our own wholeness, when we identity too much with something other than our core worth, we collapse into one pole, as in being with or against others. This othering process is myopic, in that it doesn't take into account that our own wholeness is dependent on reclaiming the alternate pole, the person we think we are not, the "other" within us. When we are able to relate with each pole from a place of responsiveness, where we stand in recognition of our own innate wholeness, the experience of polarity can be one of expansion, flow, contrast and generative transformation, rather than division. Once we reckon with the paradox of how the perceived other is both distinct, and a direct reflection of us, then we see ourselves in that mirror. We see everyone and everything as reflecting an aspect of ourself that we get to reclaim. Those we might have judged become guideposts for our own liberation. Our triggers become welcomed signs that we have rejected something inside us. The idea that you are either with us or against us is a limiting lens that perpetuates humanity's suffering. The recognition that you are us, that everyone is us, allows our self-love to humanize others into belonging.”

“Still he considered playing Pachinko the best investment of his free time, soaking in the local stench and bad breathe of other lonely Japanese people as an alternative way of blending into the colorful local scenes which he yearned to be a part of.”

“know as I swim that I have large pieces of me not yet healed, and I do not feel ready for this joining. Better for all the disparate parts to be completely healed first. But even if I had used all my strength and resources, even if I had gritted my teeth and dug my heels in, even if I had screamed "No," I would not have been able to stop this rip tide. It happens, and I am carried afloat on a major wave of reuniting and melding. All survivors of this kind of abuse will have their own rhythm and order to their joining.”

“Mundo Mi Monasterio (Imanjali, Sonnet 2344) Patriot beyond nation, religious beyond religion, cultured beyond culture - that's a complete human. Conscience is my CV, Biodata, Bulldozer, Revolution, my resume, Citizenship, Earthistana. Hindistan bana can verdi, Amerika bana şan verdi, Türkiye bana kalp verdi, ve Dünya bana amaç verdi. En sevdiğim kitap Mesnevi, en sevdiğim şair Mevlana, en sevdiğim dil Türkçe - yinede derviş, şair, hepsi sonra, öncelikle ben insan, iyilik benim iman; mundo mi monasterio, annihilation my azan.”

“I am for I think not (Sonnet 2674) Every country needs just one person to embody the best of humanity - but I couldn't wait to find those people, so I chose to be that person from every culture and every country, that's why I made these languages, these cultures, these soils, my own, no native, no foreign, it's all my own - I let their air fill my lungs, their passions permeate my veins, their tears galvanize my heart, their dreams resurrect my brain - which is why, some ask for water, some ask pani - somewhere I'm scientist, somewhere I'm sufi. I cannot explain this to your puny eurocentric analytical psyche, even to try would be like explaining neuroscience to a neanderthal - all I can say is, I am for I am not - I am for I think not - I don't live, I combust.”

“But the reactionaries were not in retreat. Many of them had predicted violence, and such predictions are always a conscious or unconscious invitation to action. When people, especially in public office, talk about bloodshed as a concomitant of integration, they stir and arouse the hoodlums to acts of destruction, and often work under cover to bring them about. In Montgomery several public officials had predicted violence, and violence there had to be if they were to save face.”

“The bus struggle in Montgomery, Alabama, is now history. As the integrated buses roll daily through the city they carry, along with their passengers, a meaning-crowded symbolism. Accord among the great majority of passengers is evidence of the basic good will of man for man and a portent of peace in the desegregated society to come. Occasional instances of discord among passengers are a reminder that in other areas of Montgomery life segregation yet obtains with all of its potential for group strife and personal conflict. Indeed, segregation is still a reality throughout the South. Where do we go from here? Since the problem in Montgomery is merely symptomatic of the larger national problem, where do we go not only in Montgomery but all over the South and the nation? Forces maturing for years have given rise to the present crisis in race relations. What are these forces that have brought the crisis about? What will be the conclusion? Are we caught in a social and political impasse, or do we have at our disposal the creative resources to achieve the ideals of brotherhood and harmonious living?”

“The Good Conqueror (Sonnet) Born in the land of multiculturalism, I grew up speaking three languages, mother tongue, national tongue and English. Then in my late teens I acquired my fourth tongue Telugu on a whim, and later along the years, I acquired my fifth, Turkish, which became my dearest, and my sixth, yet to be perfected, Spanish. That's the only conquest I care about, for language is the highway to culture. Not real estate, gadgets or cash, give me languages, give me cultures. English is my work language, Turkish is my love language. Science is my brain language, Integration, my heart language.”

“Born in the land of multiculturalism, I grew up speaking three languages, mother tongue, national tongue and English. Then in my late teens I acquired my fourth tongue Telugu on a whim, and later along the years, I acquired my fifth, Turkish, which became my dearest, and my sixth, yet to be perfected, Spanish. That's the only conquest I care about, for language is the highway to culture. Not real estate, gadgets or cash, give me languages, give me cultures.”

“Sonnet Shahada, 2345 I switch cultures like clothes, I switch sciences like pens. I switch scriptures like tides, I switch languages like seasons. Service of humanity is supreme shahada, to defend the persecuted is cosmic khalsa, to treat neighbor as god is real dharma, quiet kindness is the real karma. Ana al-haqq, ana al-hub - aham bindu, aham brahmanda. I shed dogma like dead skin, el cosmos es mi casa.”

“My favorite language in the world is Turkish, Because its culture electrifies my scars. My favorite language in the East is Telugu, Because its music emboldens my nerves. My favorite language in the West is Spanish, Because it teaches me the worth of freedom. Favorite ancient tongues are Arabic 'n Sanskrit, For one embodies peace, another assimilation.”

“New Delhi has historically swung from promising Kashmiris a referendum that allows them to exercise the right to self-determination, to the idea of integrating Kashmir fully into the Indian Union by any means necessary. Today, conditions in the state suggest that any attempt to abrogate Article 370 may actually worsen the conflict in Kashmir and prove counter-productive to any attempt at “full integration”.”

“Homing Pigeon (Sonnet 2311) I'm a homing pigeon, and I'm homing in on integration - and since there is no such thing, I'm building my homeworld person by person. I'll never force you to be inclusive, if you do harm, I'll restrain you, but I'll never resort to weapons - moreover, I'll never kill for inclusion, I'll simply beg, on my knees, I'll beg till I drop dead - because I have nothing to lose, no reputation, no image, no class - either love outlasts hate or extinction outruns evolution.”