1. Poem: Aurora : Late at night in my younger years, / my father woke me in the middle / of the darkest of nights.

  2. Poem: sitting on the palatine : This is my ancient city, Rome / beyond the stench of sour days, cowering below

  3. Poem: my fathers lay silent : Why is it you call me to discover a truth you know but cannot share?

  4. Blog: So this is sadness…

    And I’ve been asked a dozen times already: won’t you get bored?

  5. Flickr:
    Stanley Pond

  6. Blog: Ch. 1: An Introduction to Synthesism

    Prepare to journey with me through the grand history of humankind…

  7. Poem: the yellow mist : “I have gone at dusk through narrow streets…” t.s. eliot

Mila (Jacob Stetser)

Mila is a writer, photographer, poet & technologist.

He shares here his thoughts on Buddhism, living compassionately, social media, building community,
& anything else that interests him.

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