August 15 ‘A Spontaneous Day of Peace’ - Social Media & The Blogosphere
Risen
Sky born, lifted
above
Water, Earth, primordial
mud.
Bare breath and lilting
light waft up, carry ephemeral
tongues, frenzied yet
exquisite. Exaltation, daring
to swoop, touch, climb,
pirouette.
Path briefly complete in
hover, amazed, over
flowering
waves.
Vision trails, engulfed in
smoke of smelting flame,
gasping, tropically
turning, blind, yet
beyond mistrust. A world
drifts. Black night backlit in
pinpricks. Atmosphere of
bioluminescence,
symphonic, symbiotic.
Listen as rippling elements
grow words, symbolic
histories, into a Summer game.
Out here, sparkling rain
weaves rainbows. Reverence
casts reflection as shimmer
and shadow play.
Up here, beyond boundaries
of ordinary days,
the only Commandment to
penetrate --
Be Peace
Lighting Candles
I wish you peace.
I wish you love.
I wish you time to
explore your essence.
I wish you safety.
I wish you patience.
I wish you visions,
sweet dreams and
sweeter days.
I wish the world
a sweeter disposition.
I wish for peace,
for love,
for better times.
I wish we all get
the wishes we yearn for.
I thrice charge these
wishes
and send them to
you.
Body Language
Teach Peace
Dancing in the
classroom
Body wisdom
reaches through neural
pathways,
regenerates whole to
whole,
soul to soul
touching seam
exactly
I feel you in my mind, my
spine.
Feel me dancing,
elongating muscles,
extending connections.
Logic of Evolution
Successful
progenitors
survive to sow seed
by force or
persuasion
or hiding off screen
or banding together
that more may
succeed,
and upgrade
conditions,
enhance the breed.
But, for such teams to work
well
we must
learn to respect, honor, and
trust;
expect to contribute, receive and
share,
accept the caring for and
care.
In community varied seeds are
sown.
Thus is a thriving future
grown.
Or, sibling rankling infests,
turns
on neighbors as
scorn.
Barriers proliferate,
preparations for war.
Who is emboldened by
destruction and
blood,
blasting
civilizations
back into mud?
Are these principled
people
filled with kindness and
joy?
Those who can create,
build;
the lacking destroy.
Guns, bombs, cruel words,
contempt, angry
sneers,
promotion of pain,
preying on fears,
paying us naught but
unneeded tears
and advancement of
certain
unsavory careers.
We can reject violent
lies,
realize the prize.
Here! before our
eyes.
Simple. Easy. Free.
Expect, accept,
embrace
the abundance
of Peace.
Earth Songs
Aching times.
Ghost singers on the prairie.
Snug little home, hearthfire familial peace
against rage and winds. Stone and
sacrifice.
Dust storms erode,
leave wastrel sentinels.
Far, in green glade mists
where ancient hymns are born,
chthonic wilds, primordial rune
castings.
Building over eternity, silent, archetype
of will, ponders.
Intrinsic senses, despair, bottomless
sorrow, loss of intent.
At the root of desire, truest wish to be
fashioned,
sold at price of who you were made against
your nature.
Wooden ships sail eternal sea.
Journey ages within these circles,
free.
Easy found trades, winds selling
seeds.
Back to the gardens of pagan lore
--
earth, air, sun, and transforming
water.
We wander days of potent
destiny,
telling the tale, deep mystical
incantation,
of a possible age in birth.
Love song 'tween man
and Earth.
we are not our ancestors
we are not religions
we are not lines on a map demarcated by
war
we are earth made vital
we are seeking minds inviting
partners
we are seed and core as skin sheds and
grows anew
we are me and you and all we become, alone
and together
we are as we agree, composed of dissonance
and harmony
thriving lives matter
Peace matters
Clean Up
I dislike the implied mess of
violence.
Peace is more tidy,
clean and inviting.
Why waste precious metal
in deadly intent
when a kickass party
can pay the rent --
a rant and rave relaxing
pent up pain.
Where’s the percentage of
gain?
The perception that rage
requires
release within this people
cage,
to ease torment of feeling
less
accepted,
Reflex flight or fight? Psychobabble
hype?
Nobody needs to violently die
today.
Luminescent Choir
Singers in the fog.
Outlying voices thin, yet
growing;
accruing sound, like liquid,
flowing.
Emoting tales of woe,
resistance.
Shouted sighs of denied
existence.
Insightful chants insist
persistence.
We never died. We're knitting
strong.
Born into a world-wide
village.
Only from ourselves to
pillage.
Hear our song.
Some bright good morning of
fish and loaves, cake and
wine,
capacious tribes adjoin in
movement.
Shining line of peace.
Terror’s fear released.
Music, celebration in the
streets.
Flower scented candles,
vigil against shame.
Blazing through miasmic mist,
Apollonian flame torches banners of
hostilities falsely
triggered
in our name.
Come harmonize, aloud:
We're alive and proud
to descant, dispel dank chill.
Sing to vanquish fog.
This is our greatest
duty
Live in peace,
believe in joy --
For as joy fills our
hearts, we leave no room for
doom/destruction
As joy fills our lives,
we learn to live
in
Outreaching
love
Deep healing
warmth
Safe harbor home
Benevolence
assured
Fulfilling Hope
Affirming Joy
Abiding Peace
Make Peace The
Issue
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