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you are woven into all of it.
you are the soul of everything.
you are in my soul, at my fingertips,
nestled into the cracks of my
disheveled mind.
you are the shaft of light
that wakes me in the late mornings.
you are the threads of light
on my lips when I smile.
you are the glow of light
in my eyes when I speak with passion.
you are the burst of light
in my heart when it flutters.
you are my light.
On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and He then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.
