The walls falling

//The walls falling

The walls falling

Today is the day that everyone has been discussing for days, the 20th-anniversary day of the night when that strange wall « fell. »
Little has been said of how that wall came to be. Or how any wall comes to be. Or what constitutes a wall, or what constitutes a fall.
Much has been said of the division, the split, the separation, the two sides of the wall.
Remarkable, though, is how that wall in fact is/was a link, not a separation: Berliners were/are united by that wall, all of us everywhere were/are united by that wall — just as today memories of that night are recalled everywhere (or not recalled), by any number of disparate people, young and old. We are all sharing this moment, under the same sky, breathing the same air.
Just as we are all sharing every moment, under the same sky, breathing the same air.

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:20+01:00 novembre 9th, 2009|Textes|0 Comments

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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