THE POEM OF PEACE THAT GOES ON FOR ETERNITY
The Poem of Peace That Goes On For Eternity
a divine inspiration
I am planting this seed.
This is the beginning of the poem
that goes on for eternity.
It came to me in a vision and
I heard a voice whispering,
"Write a poem that
goes on for eternity.
A poetry that will
bring peace and serenity,
to the universes, to everything,
and to everybody."
I cannot do this alone
And I need you all with me
To write a poem
That goes on for eternity.
Your poetry is
not my poetry.
Tell me your story.
Your story is
not my story.
This is our story.
Oh! How I wish
to have the gift of eloquence.
To tell the world
no more violence.
But I can never be
anymore silenced.
While meditating
in samadhi,
in satori,
in silence.
Come, continue
this for me.
My dream,
Your dream,
Our dreams.
Know that this poem
will go on for eternity.
An instrument for peace
The Allstory of how peace
came to be.

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tell me your story
on the way to satori
your story, our story
can you see yourself in your story?
did you write some of it?
do you think?
write down your dream
think your dream
see it in front of you
did you create it?
can you create your story?
God is satori
this is HIS story
is this HIS will
how much of its your will?
or is it what we will?
how much do you know
anicca is all
one second to the next
what we know now
changes tomorrow
time is of the essence
time is essence
this is the story
stop it for a second
for eternity
with love unto all
the choice to be
keep this poem going
for eternity…….
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love to love
lighting eternally
I created my dream
or did my dream
created me?
I willed my dream
because it was a
lucid dream. At
first it was chaotic
because my mind
was so erratic. Then
I willed it to be
peaceful and everything
turns beautiful. Now,
if I can do that in my
dream, I can do that
in reality because in
reality I can dream and
I can turn my dreams
to reality.
a poem of peace
the yin and the yang
peace and war
light and dark
the reality, the dream
timelessness makes equal
all is lucid as one, as it is
dream as one
not because we choose
because it is
love
direct
for eternity
what is reality
what is dreaming
a philosophers opinion
of ages
a scientist, a doctor
eons ago
timelessness
peace and love of now
not before not after
talk to the dream
talk to reality
master with the master
love and light
for eternity
our story out poem
forever and ever
Poets, poets!
Shining bright
Make your poems
burning bright
Wish I may
Wish I might
Create a poem
that will shed
some light.
Brother Sun, Sister Moon
went up the hill at noon
to get a pail of water.
Brother Sun came
tumbling down
and said that
his work is done.
All the king's horses
All the emperor's brides
could not make
Brother Sun get up
to run.
Sister Moon said;
Get up Brother Sun!
Our work has just begun.
Shine your light!
Shine them bright!
Light the darkness.
I'll shine at night.
You'll bring peace
I'll bring serenity
Let's do our dance
for universal harmony,
may our light shine forth
and bring out
people's magnanimity.
the answer indeed
is blowing in the wind
don't let it be
gone with the wind
live your life fully
until you are
dust in the wind.
wind, glasses, breezes, masses
all happens naturally
thee is nothing that you need do
the leaves are perfect as they are
let them fall to the ground
let them sway on the branch
in the breeze
let them brown from the sun
let them thirst from the drought
let them swim in the oceans
they are already all one
the light itself shines
not one individually
the brightness of each
as dull or as bright
shines itself in the light
humble are we
brings us all to our knees
there is nothing to do
just blow in the wind
it was a day just like today
when all was quiet
and all was still
sitting alone,
I heard my breath,
its pace,
its beat,
like it has been
for years and years
without a change.
Sometimes it fluttered,
but did not stray.
No tall stories,
No big dreams
The goal it has is clean between
To be the same in every man
No change,
No thought
In peace it stands.
we must befriend solitude
have a calm attitude
be content with nothingness
not worrying about loneliness
for when there is quietude
and nothing seems to be
happening real soon
we must be content with
nothingness.
no fame, no grandeur
no pain to endure.
with peace within
what can come in
between,
yourself and
god.
My self and God are all…i am that, but chose not to be. Where is what i need from you? what is that which can't be true, but false it's not? Where did i leave my soil? why can't it stay clean? mud inside now out leaves smell. but that is life. now i am here, and i leave a bit of me behind :). Only what goes through my wormy tube. i can't help but want to save the crawler covered in deadly asfault as he wriggles in my morning light, my bike broken, but what's next? two bikes broken, but what's next? it doesn't matter. so i save the worm and see so many others unseen until that moment and i remember the story of the man when asked why try to save the starfish stranded on the beach, afterall he could not save them all, he said, throwing one into the waves, i saved that one….so i save the first, now in a cool bush, and i look for another…and i find one, but he does not jump at my touch…but there are more, so i pick up another little wriggley worm, and he was scared, but i cared enough to carry him to safety in a garden…and so i left him behind. I dream of his omnipotience, as he dives through the dirt, absolutely blissful, absolutely powerful, for he has found his way…let me be saved by some great hand though it may at first seem frightful. let me be blessed by all that's great and small and tall and wide. Let me small and me be big and me be me and you. Let love shine bright, let night be right, let this and that course through…my veins are ready for your shimmer and let love glimmer on my ragtag heart. Let you be us in God and trust and fret not the rising tide.
Before the summer began
I counted crab claws along the warf
and added the number of gulls who came to dinner.
As the summer moves on
shouldering me out of the way
the wars escalate;
and somehow the number of crablegs
and gulls find a way to keep pace.
It is the lake that calls with a watery voice,
sounding alarm to the mermaids,
the mermen, whose white flags on the
tips of heavy waves
remind us there is work to be done.
If we do not draw it up out of the sea
with our music and prayers
the sun will not rise.
The melody at first is simple
and then more ornate
as our prayers weave together
and mingle in the first light.
Everything is so interconnected:
these words, your eyes, my heart,
the golden lights and threads
that bring morning breaking like waves
into the new day, this day
within which everything is possible.
Here, when I touch one corner of the net,
the whole web of life trembles.
When there is a flare up on the sun,
millions of light-years away, soon
the aurora-borealis appears in
our northern sky, reminding us
that everything we are thinking
and doing right at this moment
affects everything else throughout
eternity, and this is why this poem
we are writing together, this poem
of love and peace and compassion
will go on and on, Life being
universal, instantaneous, simultaneous
comprehensive and interpenetrative.
God always remembers us, just as
we are now, reaching toward the light,
and when we seek it with true hearts
the Light will appear, for it is within us.
I am now looking out to sea, and the wind
is blowing my words away, or maybe
it is blowing them towards you – can
you feel these words, like the wind?
Surely, this, right here, is the place
where all the curves of time circle
back upon themselves, where little is said
because so much is understood.
It may seem as though the world is in
a holding pattern, but nothing could
be further from the truth. In fact, there
are huge shifts and changes in consciousness
happening even as I write, and these will
emerge in the manifest world in astonishing
ways, even as poems emerge and fill one’s
soul with hope. What we are after here
is a pristine quality of light, an elegance
of line, as in the paintings of the great masters.
It is all a Divine gift, this journey of discovery
we find ourselves on, as we work to make
the world a better place, with our offered
prayers and the loving work of our hands
in the Garden of Dreams. We remember
Moses and his burning bush, remembering
that we too see flames, and hear angelic
voices on mountaintops. Not our will,
but Thine be done. You are teaching me
to remember who I am in this life, to
remember my Infinite Identity, as
Hunter, Lion, Archer, Angel, and all
of the mythic constructs that fill my days,
our days, the days of the Kingdom,
with resonance and divine adventure:
Ah! What a synchronicity that was, and how
about this, and did you see what just happened?
It is all inside consciousness, and we are
the fortunate architects of Spirit’s will
for us and for humanity. When Einstein
was asked what one question he would like
to have an answer to, he replied without
hesitation:”Is the universe friendly.” Oh yes,
oh, yes, we reply! And so it is with our art,
as we distill universal experience down through
divergent visions of ourselves, reflecting
our playful divinities with casual grace.
you've heard this one
about thousand starfishes scattered
on the shore under the sun
One soul picks one up
to throw it back, so he run
another one tells him
he could not save it all,
safe from the sun
he picks up another one
and replied
I did with that one.
what differences can we make
to the starfish, to the worm,
to the leaves, and the storm,
to the winds, of the battle,
and the eye of the storm
whispering for us
to come home!
even mountains move
an inch every
million years
kissing the cloud
who thinks she
is all alone.
And that my friends
is immeasurable!
So words of poetry
even though with
just one line and not
lengthy can stir
the hearts of
many.
From beyond time
And way beyond history
Seeking to be made known
Even in rhyme
Part of divine mystery
In every mind can be sown
The promise and message of Peace
People of the present
All of you are poets
You have been poets
since the beginning of time
This universe is the poem
you continually create
Do you want to create
bad poetry or beautiful poetry?
Just look around you and
what do you see? It is up to you
to express your creativity.
Poets, unite!
We have our mission and tasks
at hand. Wield your pens,
mighty as a fleet
Create poetry
Negativity, defeat.
In the fields of battle
that is your mind
be at peace
melt some hearts
conquer yourself
for the love of art.
Thrust your poetry
through broken hearts
Trust your soul
Make them whole
Make your mark
Get ready, start.
Once you start,
continue. Poets,
all of you!
I asked for strength that I might achieve;
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy;
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have
the praise of men.
I was given weakness that I might feel
the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I had asked for,
but everything that I hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken
prayers were answered;
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
- Unknown Confederate soldier
We are all poets in Gods kitchen,
where he/she is preparing a new recipe of 'Universal Integrating Spirituality & Love'
At the moment we are in the 'Great Cosmic Centrifuge' -
To loosen all that is past, to retain only the authentic self,
Relentlessly we'r questioning ourselves, reassessing, everything, cleansing, growing,
and most of all recognising each other & uniting from all parts of the world~
Us humans, firmly centered on Gods wooden spoon,
while she/he mixes his new bread recipe
with Infinite Love, devotion , dedication & passion
We trust him/her totally that this cosmic transformation
Will …is a total success for everyone
Amen
Peace is the dawn
that comes softly.
Peace is the song
that the birds decree.
Peace is a river
meandering to the sea.
Peace is the ocean
that sits mightily.
Peace is the sun
that peeks from mountain high.
Peace is the warmth
steadily glowing by.
Peace is the shadow
lengthening by the bay.
Peace is the morrow
that comes early today.
Peace is a dewdrop
reflecting the majestic sun.
Peace is a pebble
that was once from a shooting star.
Peace is an apple
that dropped to the earth.
Peace is a worm
longing for her embrace.
Peace is a leaf
that fall from a tree.
Peace is a seed
looking up at me.
Peace is the water
falling from the clouds.
Peace is a gardener
a face in the crowd.
Peace is a grass
soft under your sole.
Peace is a meadow
hiding beneath your soul.
Peace is a moss
glistening by the brook.
Peace is a cross
on a grave it stood.
Peace is a caterpillar
that turns into a chrysallis.
Peace is a butterfly
that emerged determineth.
Peace is a pollen
that the flower offereth.
Peace is a hope
that life continueth.
Peace is the dusk
calling us home.
Peace is the wind
that nobody owns.
Peace is the moon
its fulness majestically shown.
Peace is the rest
from dusk 'til dawn.
Yes, peace….
Peace is in union
as we realise we'r singing the same song
Peace is in forming a circle
and joining our hands
Peace is in feeling the closeness
with spirit drawing us close
Peace is in tuning our voices
to sing the octave of unity
Peace is in resting
our beings together in Eternal Peace…..
In peace we can pace in syncrony
with the rhythms and rhymes of ages,
long past but ever present.
In peace we may place
our feet confidently,
as if performing an old familiar dance.
Still each step is fresh, every click of the heel
as crisp- and clear- as those passed.
And each step gone has but ushered us here
this moment, right now, the last.
Life responding
guiding
aligning our pulse with the pulse of all
circling cycling
the movement of breath
deep within a call
of a Love so vast
Aligning our pulse with the pulse of all
regardless of where or when I notice it
My heart is beating, beating, beating
and my breath is breathing, breathing breathing.
And so is yours and hers and his and theirs
and the sea is waving, the gulls are calling
the flower is drooping and in its place
a seed is growing, in time will be sprouting
energy takes on a new name.
Names we assign, symbols we devise
and then cling to without realizing
that our names and assumptions do not tell the whole
reality of a being or situation.
I’m feeling the peace
and noticing how people find it, how they read it for themselves.
I’ve gotten myself up close and dirty
and I like that.
But now, this time in my life is for
creating my safe space. For reaching out and asserting my place.
My intentions for the time being, at least.
I’ll go and witness the world and love, which is to listen
and interact and express
and when I feel like it, I want to come home
to something that’s gentle, that’s easy, that’s nourishing.
Routine checking in.
In the world of computer screens and square letter-button pressing
I’m feeling like I can feel safe and nourishing with this network.
Telling and listening.
Clear communication creates peace.
Speak bloom and blossom through your words
Let your soul release itself
This poem is sure to touch the hundreds of thousands
Upon a chocolate cake layered with love
That was thrown in for the love of chocolate
Although sleeping is warm and cozy
The flowers are fresh and rosy as apples
My poem won't rhyme but that's also fine
The goal being to love, you and mine
Embracing it all,
the light with the darkness,
the sadness with joy,
knows no resistance to life
as I take each step with mindfullness
while I wash the dishes, do the laundry, pet my dogs, and change the sheets as my
as my thoughts join together in words to create this poem,
I keep mindful of the meaning of my life in each moment while my heart opens in
gratitude for the gift of presence with the sun on my face and the rain on my skin,
in the smile of a child, the feel of wet grass under my feet,
or the stretching of my each cell of my body in yoga postures.
May I be filled with lovingkindness as I extend that lovingkindness to each person I meet,
especially to others who are here to teach me the quality of patience and understanding
as they are in my life for a reason.
To help me embrace it all.
To be fully human
is our spiritual quest
motivated by love and
seeing it manifest
as we are blessed
What if we could paint the sky
What if we could knew how to fly
What if we could never really die
What if we could dared to always try
What if we could speak with the mountains
What if we could sing with the plants
What if we could dance with the animals
What if we could play with the stars
What if we could make flowers from tears
What if we could help illness disappear
What if we could turn pain into pleasure
What if we could be brave beyond measure
What if we could travel without moving
What if we could communicate without talking
What if we could learn without studying
What if we could succeed without failing
What if we could stop abuse with a prayer
What if we could end violence with meditation
What if we could discontinue pollution with a mantra
What if we could make poverty vanish with a smile
What if we could say nothing but the truth
What if we could see nothing but beauty
What if we could hear nothing but harmony
What if we could touch nothing but purity
What if we could think the unimaginable
What if we could feel the unexplainable
What if we could envision the unstoppable
What if we could create the incredible
What if we could have the unreachable
What if we could do the unthinkable
What if we could make the impossible
What if we could be the unbe-lievable
What if we could give more than receive
What if we could forgive more than regret
What if we could enjoy more than suffer
What if we could love more than fear
What if we could find all the answers
What if we could be totally fearless
What if we could know all the truths
What if we could act like the Gods we are
What if we could all join our hands
& reach outside the computer
to sing together this song we sing here
What if we could prepare a meal together
& eat and be close in each other presence
What if we could do the washing up together
& smile knowingly of what is uniting us
What if we could sing a hymn together, or a mantra or a chant, or sutra
and join our energies, sounds & vibrations,
to merge with spirit, god, buddha, atman, allah & more
What if we could really do that,
but actually we have already…
as any physical barrier has dissolved and our chants, discussions, prayers, art & friendships,
have risen to heaven, spirit….in unity to fulfill its destiny
Peace is an absence of conflict, instead harmony
So what conflict resides deep within you?
You want to be happy, yet miserable too
Wondering why goals, remain dreams for you….
So how can you let go of this negativity?
How can you let go of the past?
Tried so many things, lots of activity
But none of them seemed to last….
Blocks still remained, oh what a pain!
I didn't know where to turn
I had all these tools, but felt like a fool
A living I still struggled to earn…
Until one day, I found something new
LSPTM works to your heart and soul
Clearing away, right the way through
Negativity and blocks, ‘til you feel whole
Creating a deeper connection with God
And a knowing of how life really be
Understanding 'positive thinking' is just a facade
Designed to fool us and stopping us see…
That just because we don't know what it is
Doesn't mean that the block isn't there
There's so much more to us than our minds and emotions
So much more than of what we are aware
Whatever the season, there's always a reason
A pattern you created, a lesson to get
What you want, yet don't - that inner conflict
LSPTM it away and allow inner peace…
To spread to friends, family, husband and wife
From one to another creating happiness and light
One person at a time, raising the vibration
Peaceful person, peaceful town, ‘til one day, peaceful nation
Peaceful valley
stream trickling down
the gentle slopes
alive with beauty
wildflowers gently sway
in the morning breeze
clouds drift
slowly by
I lie in the meadow
and let peace
flow through me.
We are beings living
in eternal community
with all that surrounds us
the bigger and broader
our lives become
the more we realize
how interconnected
we are with each other
There is no I without we
The many and the one
all spinning together
When we realize
the distance
is an illusion
we will be
at peace.
The Journey of a Poem
By Wynn Free
They're not just printed words.
It's energy manifesting into words.
It's all of creation
Grouping into sentences,
Trying to make sense
From non sense,
Reaching your eyes,
And from your eyes
To your mind,
And from your mind
To your heart,
And hopefully you will get it.
You will experience
The energy,
And the creation
Which came before
The words.
So when we finally meet,
We will know
That we've met before,
And we'll have spontaneous understanding,
And the journey of a poem will have come to an end,
And the journey of a poet will have just begun.
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Do you hear my heart?
Do you see my soul?
Can you stand the Bliss
of rapture that we are?
Stay in the Source,
Be in the creation,
the light is a laser beam
of love.
Oh if only the world could see
their light and their love within
this tree. Its energy shoots from
root to leaf, without hesitation
not tormented it's free. The
branches expand in pure
ecstacy, giving it the strength
and courage to bloom, its' leaves
giving life and air to the womb.
Forever and ever nature paints us a
portrait we should love and charish
the ground that supports us. Much like
the tree our energy flows free, bringing
us ideas, we sprout little leaves.
Prepared it for long time in advance
Made it look as good as I could
Made sure all the details were right
Stumbled upon many fights
Won them by giving them up
And now is the time to shout it out
Expose my indestructible light
Cause no matter how much it gets slammed
There is an eternal organ
Right in the middle of the center
Which posses the wisdom of the gentle
And it will tell me what to do
And I will know how to obey it
I have proven that to myself many times
I will prove it once again this time around
It makes no sense to wish for it to succeed
For the reward is the way in which I strife
So beautifully intertwined
Between horses of darkness and light
Selfishly pulling me each one to his side
And I keep them from breaking me apart
Until the music enters down like a thunder
And lets me know that its time
To call for many tears falling
Or crashing into your hugging
While the rest of the world dies.A story, a story…
Tell me a story.
What kind of story,
Shall I weave today?
A story of inspiration,
Divine creation.
Darkness and light,
Pulling me side to side?
Today, I create a story,
God be the glory.
Magnificence…
Omnipotence…
I am the light.
and so we reach out searching for the one
out and further away into the horizon it disappears over the edge
the edge of illusion and reality sameness with no difference
turn yourself inwards and stretch far beyond
into the welcoming arms air and heart of being
The “Poem of Peace”
Launched a day before
The start of the span
Of this Facilitator's life.
The next day,
That life was
Given birth leading
To what now?
Flying Spirits,
That's what!
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Harmony in the hands of mankind
Through the window to the soul
It starts with me and goes to you
and you and you and you and you…
If we are the whole,
and I am a part,
and the ultimate goal
is peace in our heart,
there must be a reason
we all play this game
all come from one source
but don't see the same
if the veil were lifted
would we still want to play?
by we I mean one, define as you may.
The Great I Am
I am.
I sing soundlessly
the song of my soul.
Inner Light streams
unseen, but not unfelt.
I am the Love of Spirit unfolding
infinitely
uniquely
joyfully
now and forever…
now.
Peace,
Peace Heals
Our self .
In that healing
We heal others.
In that healing
They heal us,
Creating a cycle of
Healing Peace
golden summer sun
bakes moist air.
tradewind rattles a lone palm.
thunder head forms
along the indigo horizon.
two dolphins leap.
jean lafitte is smiling.
I awoke in love
love, having loved me, all night
I flipped a car in my dream
my old lover was there,
wanted to care, but could not
but love still loved me
the car was smashed
I was fine
I awoke to my now-lover
told him my dream
and knew, again
it is all one lover
all one dream
and the beat goes on
I am a light so bright,
So expansive my sight,
I gave birth to the stars
And taught them to sing.
I am darkness so dark,
So empty and apart,
There is nothing within me
To which evil can cling.
I am a mirror so clear,
I am this moment
Right here!
A moment so rich,
So filled with bliss,
Nothing outside of me wants to exist!
I am the Miracle Moment
Where the illusion of separation
Is made manifest
And melts away like morning mist
To reveal the Oneness of it all
I am the Miracle Moment
Of your Atonement
The home of God's glorious sons
Where YOU shine forever
In your own divine light
I am the Miracle Moment
Right here
Right now
Answer the call.
moments
the moment before the sun smiles his rays
I open my eyes
the moment a child discovers a dragonfly for the first time
I open my eyes
the moment I sit in lotus
I realize my breath
the moment my eyes meet yours
we remember we have and always will be
connected.
Together as ONE
father, brother, mother, son
sister, nephew, grandma, neice
each and everyone of us an integral piece
an essential bit of this beautiful whole
soul to soul
heart to heart
together creating
come on now
lets GLOW!!!
May the bird of your spirit, shining forth from your eyes
remove all it's shackles, freely take to the skies
To a world without concept, or attachment to form
or contentment with mediocracy, all those shoulds of the norm
For it's time for free spirits, hearts open arms wide
too rend the veil of illusion and cast it aside
Then to walk as one family, upright and tall
and the hour grows late, to answer this call
I mention this now, but you already know
Let the light of your Spirit, freely blossom and grow
Your soul so familiar, I see waiting to soar
as soon as you allow it, I need say no more
except Love is the answer, and Love holds the key
and your Love is a candle, burn it bright, all to see
don't try to deny it, putting your heart on a shelf
share Loves gift with all others, especially yourself.
And then you think of your lover.
It does not have to be the one you share your bed with
It could be the one you bow to, the one you talk with at work
during the day, at school, on the bus, in line
at the grocery store.
You think of this lover of life and you beam
with joy
with pride
because this lover has taught you something
invaliable:
that the other lover you now think of
is the one that looks back at you
in the mirror.
It is you,
all you.
Sun floating ever so slowly
to the horizon
Shafts of erect bloom stems
sway in the evening breeze
from each tip
brilliant vaginal blooms
come to life
Deep in the hearts of blooms
lies life's secret of Unity
With one glance
I am saturated in this secret
captivated
intoxicated
intoxicated by other
not me or another
where or whom then i ask?
do not ponder tis'nt a task
What a magical idea
to begin a poem that always continues
linking people
throughout
the world
in reflective harmony
and creative
mindful
community
bringing people together
in peace
hope
and friendship
the light of love in the heart of each
shall bring us all to the heart of peace
Peace preciuos peace
Allow us all to taste your song
A dance for all to particpate
A bath in which to cleanse
A dove of white
In the early sunlight
with wings so strong and true
An umbrella for me and you
Watch as it touches your brow
spreading love deep within
See as it touches your brother
empowering a new beginning
One where we are all so free
A peace for you and a peace for me
shine your light divine,
forever and always now;
may peace be with you
there is no way to peace.
peace is the way
still we pray
come what may
each and every
glorious day
Be peace…..today.
Light the way
Take in your lungs air
Let love exhale
Surround everywhere
Feel that taste of love
allow it to embrace and encompass you within
And behold see it lift you from this place
to a place so sweet and heavenly
Touch and feel as its warmth creates a radiant glow
A brilliant light casting its wings far and wide
Then wait - close your eyes a moment
Taste the wind and hear the universal heartbeat
slow it down and allow it to inhale this love
Then as you see it bloom - sing a joyfull song
For each of us inturn will create
A world filled with Love
and for all beings,
all blessed things,
a part of hope,
a shared stroke,
of Light, of Love,
from up above,
surround, enfold,
awake the hold
of human hearts,
begin the start
of wakening,
to save us all..
Compassionize
the human tribe,
rejoin the world
and seamlessly,
the souls to mend
to realign,
to know that now
and for all time
we all are one
under the Sun
all animals
with souls
and love
so let the
peace dove
fly above
Free nations
to recreation!
Sing a verse
“Love come first
coming fast
til the last
the winner
the dark horse
of truth
win the race
of you
of me
of us
of we.”
Whee!
Kiss Me!
Passion!
I am the manifestation
A piece of creation
As much the Word
As Jesus
As Buddha
As Mary
As “INSERT NAME HERE”
No better
No worse
Just as good
And so so Good
Am I
As
“The Great I AM”
I AM!
oh as i whispered to my higher self
where is my creativity
as i have never penned a poem in my life
but peace is too important to me
as it should be to all
even those who dont know it yet
so i brave the unknown world
of poetry
so i brave the unknown world
of me
that creative voice
that i can not find
that is begging to get out
one person at a time
that is how we heal the world
It's been said that we humans are
eternally linked through suffering
It has been said that what we have in common
Is our sadness, our misery, our pain,
But isn't it also true that we are linked
Through our desire for happiness?
Isn't it true that every person
Seeks out his or her happiness?
If then, despite our differences, we each want happiness
Why can't we just give it to one another?
It is true God is love, everything above and below
The only truth in your heart you need to know
I HEARD A POEM…
IT IS THE SAME WHISPER…
MINE IS WITHOUT HISTORIES, WITHOUT GLORIES, WITHOUT HEROES…
MY POEM WAS A GIFT THAT WIND BROUGHT ME…
EACH MORNING WHEN I OPEN MY EYES AND THE SUN IS WAITING FOR ME IN MY WINDOW…
WE JUST NEED TO FLY…
I DON'T KNOW WHY…
I DON'T KNOW HOW…
BUT I WANT TO FLY TO SPREAD A SEED WHOM GRACE COULD BE YOUR DREAM…
OUR DREAMS…
A RAINBOW FOR THE WORLD…
Juglaresa.
I am the river
the water is mine
the waves the rain the dew
an instant’s touch
belongs
to all
the one
in me and you
A PRAYER FOR THIS WORLD
Burnt flowers
Basking in the shadows
Of this world
Slowly open themselves
To the sorrow
That envelops each petal
As light drips down
From the corners of eternity
Calling us to free
The divinity that is trapped inside
No longer expressing itself
Suffocated by religion
And politics and war
And human injustice
Fueling the age-old deception
That we are somehow separate
And broken and disconnected
From the Source
That we no longer can live
With dignity and love
And we are thoughtlessly
Giving our hearts away
To this violence
That inhabits our darkened minds
Our darkened world
That continues to generate fear and hate
We are lost We are lost We are lost
And I ask you how can we be found
In this wasteland of the world
In this toxic nightmare of humanity
Corroding itself from the inside
With its lies and deceit
Drowning itself in its own fear
That forgets that it is one
Forgets that it is already whole
Allowing itself to spin an endless web
Of delusion
Caught and stuck
In a heartless reality
Never breathing in the time
Instead boxing itself in
And trapping itself in space
Where materialism
Drains our vitality
Spoils our authenticity
And darkens our holy purpose
And as I look upon the sorrow
Of this world
I know that there is nothing
That I can do but pray
And hope for renewal
And rebirth and regeneration
That will nurture the seed
Of a new world
That will nurture the death
Of an old world
That will break open
And widen all perception
That will set fire to the fear
That has burdened our lives
And created the concrete weight
Of this world
Making us a slave to realities
We do not believe in
Making us believe in truths
We do not uphold
Making us fight for purposes
That have no meaning
But corruption and violence
And brainwashing
That exists in governments
That do not govern
But enslave
That exists in religions
That do not foster growth
But terrify with fear
That exists in institutions
That do not nurture truth
But instead spread disease and untruth
This hallow ghost of despair
Destroying society with its deadly stare
This vampire of illusion
This vacuum of meaninglessness
This broken mirror of self
That I see in all the machines
That are destroying the earth
Polluting our soil with chemicals
Polluting our air with smog
Polluting our water with waste
And waste and more waste
Filling our lungs with this waste
Filling our hearts with this waste
Filling our lives with this waste
That is killing all the animals
Killing all the trees
Killing what is inside of you
Killing what is inside of me
And I ask what will it take to awaken from this deadly nightmare?
We have been asleep too long
We have been forgetful for too long
We have been complacent for too long
And I now know this is the time
To free ourselves from this captivity
For now is the time of prophecy
As it is written in the stars
That the Mayans recorded
That the angels sanctified
Calling us inwards to witness
This awakening
To bring forth the sacred
Once again
To retrieve what has been lost
For over five thousand years
Yes now is the time
But as I look around I do not see it
As I live this life I do not feel it
Driving in my car that further pollutes the air
Living in my house that shuts and boxes me in
Away from the beauty of nature
And the rawness of life
This way of living
This way of being
Stops what it is that should be growing
But I can’t stop hoping
And praying
Of what should be
If humanity just freed itself
From this self-inflicted misery
This torturous sentence
Of its loss of dignity
And as I look further into this mess
I begin to see
A labyrinth unfold inside of me
Calling me with dream music
Sent from eternity
The sound of the drum
Resonating in my heart
The sound of the flutes
Harmonizing in my mind
The sound of ancient voices
Opening each portal
Freeing me to explore
The endless realm
That exists in humanity
If we just believe
In the potentiality
That is inside each of us
If we just trust
That we are born free
If we just break
These rusty chains
And begin to awaken
Our long lost divinity
Peace beyond peace.
Offering anything and everything as that.
What is not peace? How can it be?
The kingdom the power and the glory.
Now and forever, Alleluia
Peace is true emptyness
Peace is fromless
Peace is bliss
When we can all trust each other there will be Peace On Earth
Poetry means to postulate
We must aim for the stars to get to the tree tops with our goals.
When peace comes marching in
I want to be in that number, finaly free
and that's punk for me- that's Harmonic Anarchy:
heart by heart by heart
lighting their own light
shining suverenity
and serenity.
Peacefull joy and excitement,
the happy funny enlightment.
No need for governments or leaders,
In our True Self we are the Believers.
That's how God's Kinghdom comes on Earth
Tako Kraljevstvo Božje dolazi na Zemlju
Graffity poetry bridge- thank you, Prince!
this is a forever poem
my lines run to infinity.
peace marching over my dots and letters and words and lines.
faith intertwined between my spaces.
writers write words while forever thinking.
for my lines will stretch.
as longs as writers write.
length measured in thought patterns.
faith given by creators.
peace given by mind.
submit me to me your lines.
We are but branches from the One Tree
flowers’ petals
the buzzing nectar of the bees
our tender shoots
feed the colony
growing
infinite light
matrices
endlessly harvested
pure joy
and we extol the virtues
of our boundless love
to the radiant heavens
but below the frozen ground
our roots mingle with the arid soil
it thirsts for our conjoined prayers
lest these dreams wither
and dissipate before the blooms
spread their seeds to the gloaming
winds of change
All in its own due season
our love is supple
inexhaustible
the very energy
that holds the molecules together
shoots from my fingertips
and I am awestruck
in your wake…
what is this simmering cauldron
of rage that breaks and pours
its molten hatred
through the muzzle of a gun?
in what coward's heart
springs this dreadful lust
for my death?
for yours?
in this shimmering sea of illusion
in this land of the setting sun
what dark dreams are dreaming us
asleep and binding us
in the gnarly roots of torpor
blood thick as tar
and cold as the scales of death?
what dark imagination finds release
with a child in the crosshairs
and a finger on the trigger
breath frozen for the pull
between heartbeats
between
screams
we must find the demon seed
within the pooling abscess
of deep fear
simmering cowardice
becomes a cauldron of molten rage
pouring from our bellies
into the streets of our cities
putrescent bile
lubricating its advance
and penetration
into the heartwood
lust rising
to feel the sap run
and the energy bleed
and the life drain
into white-hot NOTHING
nothing
for a moment, relief
then the fear begins to claw
and the trigger begins to tighten
and the crosshairs seek the furtive heat
of life, keeping to the shadows
behind those damned trees
nothing but juice
a corpse walking
in this sea of delusion, there is no greater work
than to express this putrid wound
to bind its maw in a weaving
of roots and canopy
full of golden light
to harbor the children
and the people in their labor
in the shade beneath the spreading boughs
above their quiet streets
lacing limbs and leaves
between the blissful sky
and the lovemaking
in their private gardens
she says,
“my most precious child
the war is over…
the war is over.”
beyond expression, beyond words, beyond our understanding
beyond this, beyond that, there is LOVE
we only sense It, but It is real, we can't deny It
It lifts us up, and brings us PEACE
It is LOVE
we need only to open our heart
there is nothing to discuss
we need only to open our heart
LOVE
&
PEACE
is waiting for us
Without War, Is there Peace? Without pain, Is there Healing? Must we have one, to know the other?
how did I come to the crossroads here
what led me to this point
where I am within this world
out of where I once was
at that last point
head resting w breath shallow
all the thoughts that race can now win
as I stamp my soul and rest it upon
the breast of an eternal poem
with words that were there
yet now are fleeting
yet I am here
with all remnants of emotion
words still fleeting
energy takes off and it has been said
and soon it will once again be so!
I am waiting
Come and Find me
at that point
within the crossroads
isnt that why I have come here
to this point
in this crossroad of this world
for me and for you
I am waiting
and until life moves me forward
know this, if I miss you
a part of me will always be there
and that point will forever seek
to find you
in that continuous preparation
of our reunion
NAMASTE
LOVE WILL SAVE US EVERYDAY ©
(The World's Children's Unity Song)
poetry/lyrics by Samme S. Samareta © 2007
sung to the tune of Eine Kleine Nachtmusik - Teil 1
by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Intro
We are the children
We are the earth's treasure
We hold the promise
To everlasting peace.
I
Children of all nations
Of different colors
Of different races
We are the same
We are the same
We are one
We are one
II
Though we may come
From different lands
And different times
We're all just the same.
Give us the gift of hope,
The gift to dream
The gift of love,
The gift of everything
So that we can be,
Grow up to be,
One day we are going to be,
From seed to a full-grown tree
Like a bird who can fly and free
III (come in at 01:09)
Let's go help one another
Let's make each day much better
Let's go love one another
You'll feel yourself much better
Let us not regret
To forgive and just forget
Do people must they die,
From poverty and famine?
Let's smile at one another
Go hand in hand together
Let's go hug one another
You'll feel your hurts get better
Let us not regret
To forgive and just forget
Do people must they die
From war and terrorist?
Each word we speak,
Let's think of peace.
Each road we take,
Let love dictates.
Love will save us everyday!
(Repeat Intro at 02:31
Come in on III at 03:35)
Love will save us everyday.
Love will save us everyday.
Love! Love! Love!
Joy ! What a wonderful word, the way it feel's rolling off the tongue brings forth warmth into the inner most part of being. Joy ! The storm is over the rain has caused the seed's of inspiration and enlightenment to spruout and reach out hungrily, to be nourished in the light.
Joy ! An awakening ! An empowerment ! An ending from a long journey. Lesson's learned, it is time . The air filling with anticipation of celebration.I will celebrate this gift, I will celebrate this day, I will celebrate the gift of Joy
like it was my last
Love is here,
Allow yourself to
Feel Love,
Surrender to the
Peace
and let peace
be you
and love you
as peace loves
all souls who
pray
to let peace be
ARTIST
I have always
loved to watch
an artist work
whether
on canvas
piano
clay
or in a factory
at a sewing machine
or a saw where
work becomes art
on a basketball court
or a baseball field where
sport becomes art
I love to watch
the movements
of fingers doing
what they do best
or a voice that
captures passion
and the lust of life
the litany of a
head cocked just so
in the full
appreciation of themselves
and their work.
—So much there
yet no effort
as even the sweat glides
from their brow.
I admire these artists
and take delight not only
in their creations
but in their creating
I had the opportunity
to see another artist
with his fingers
at the keyboard
in virtuoso performance
interestingly enough
it was me.
—Tonight when I woke
in the middle of the night
I sat at my keyboard
and wailed.
Words went flying from
my fingers in song
my eyes crying salt
I had arrived for myself
and saw the expression
on my face
the rhapsody
of my fingers
I felt good
like Miles on the trumpet
Herbie at the piano
Picasso at the canvas
Dr. J. Soaring to the hoop
Mantle at the plate
Mays basket catching infinity
and my dad at his workbench.
—I felt like me
The words
like notes drifting
soaring
singing
lasering
the night
The birds outside my window
sang to me telling me
their stories in thousands
of warbles
and I understood every note
and they knew
as I know
that I was born again
an artist
© 1997 – 2007 lgjaffe.com
Poems are to be read out loud to receive the depth of understanding.
i am glad i read this
I choose my name JiAn
To demonstrate Love
And be a light
Of Life
Working to end strife
It means compassionate peace
Coming through so you
Too can see
The connections among all things
O Holy Mystery
Forgive me
Now
Let me say
Peace
Cannot be about devastation and inequity
Peace
Is obscured by greed
Peace
Is what One Creation needs.
Now
Let's breathe
Peace
(From Jukai, the ceremony in which I became a Buddhist and further affirmed my commitment to be a peacemaker, with love.)
MANIFEST APOLOGY
An Epicapology
I apologize to every race and creed that were oppressed, colonised, turned into slaves, beaten, maimed, displaced, killed, etc.
I apologize to every man, woman, mothers, fathers, children, old and young, living and dead.
I invoke all your souls, spirits, conciousness, essences, ears. Hear me.
Hear me! Ancestors and ghosts of the pasts, may you all rest in peace as you have never known peace when you were living.
Hear me! Citizens of the world. Rise up! Wake up! You who are living. You who are dying.
I ask for your forgiveness and I give you mine wholeheartedly.
I apologize for my ignorance and my contributions however direct or indirect they are causing an unforseen effects.
I am not being hard on myself nor am I being hard on you. Never do I intend to make some of you guilty. This is me reaching from my deepest core.
I am you and you are me. Your pains are my pains and your joys are my joys.
But we are asleep, ignoring the cries of the world. Yes we cannot do all! There's the rub.
We are all looking at the mirror, only looking for our best interests and ourselves. We must look within, deep inside of us.
There lies our happiness, our joys, our real selves, our essences.
We must use the mirror only to reflect love and not hatred. Only the solutions, not retaliation.
Our basic nature is good.
We all want to be loved.
That's all there is. It is simple and yet complicated.
We have put ourselves in the mess we are in.
But we haven't seen nothing yet. I am not trying to scare you.
I am trying to love you.
The earth and the universe is beautiful. We can make it more so.
Just keep on living, loving, learning and dying.
Yes, dying! Die peacefully, with dignity, with love and not with hatred in the end.
You do not have to kill in order to be right or to be victorious and to be called a hero.
Stop killing each other.
Some of you may say that you are not the one who kill people, that you are far away from all that - living in suburbia.
Oh, but we are all one and it's hard to comprehend that.
Yes it is me too. I am not preaching. I am channeling thru this body.
Forgive others and forgive yourselves.
Peace can happen in an instant whereas war can happen over a course of time.
It is easier to be at peace than it is to be at war.
You love peace but you go the way of war to go to peace.
Peace is the way and there is no destination.
There is no promised land.
Actually, there is!
It is where you are at every given moment. All you have is the present moment. All your pasts are your present moments. All your futures are your present moments.
The slums will be made beautiful when everybody coexists and make your own version of paradise.
You know what paradise is? It is not a lie.
It is not gone and you were not expelled from it.
It is right there inside of you, look within and manifest it.
I apologize if you do not see yourself in here.
I am including everybody, everything, everyone, every events that had gone and are still happening and living.
It is a challenge to write all of them.
But is is easier to just forgive everybody and apologize.
I am not a prophet, not a seer, not a scribe, not a sage, not a wise man, not a scholar, not a holy person or a mystic.
This poem does not even rhyme but it is from my heart.
Forgive your leader who is but a lost child in an old man's suit.
Who only wants to have his father's approval.
Who only wants, like all of us, to be loved.
I apologize to the world for his actions and decisions.
I am he and he is me.
I am you and you are me.
Please forgive me and please forgive yourself.
There is nothing better than forgiveness.
The seas, the rivers, the lakes, the oceans, the natural boundaries, the walls that you keep on erecting that separates us are not the real boundaries.
Open your minds, open your hearts!
Don't let them be barriers to the one that you are hoping for.
Paradise!
It is right here, right now.
You are awake and yet you are sleeping.
Wake up! How else can I say it. Let go of your ego.
Union with God is just but union with your self.
Each and everyone of you
You are the one!
You are the one you've been waiting for.
Language and semantics will not be able to explain God and the universe.
The closest we can come up with is by the act of loving. And still we cannot explain love.
But deep inside you know what love is.
It is simple really, just like peace.
And I don't have to explain.
Forgive religion,
Forgive spirituality
Forgive fundamentalism
Forgive politics
Forgive orthodox
Forgive non-orthodox
Forgive secularism
Forgive monotheism
Forgive polytheism
Forgive metaphysics
Forgive witches
Forgive druids
Forgive pagans
Forgive agnostics
Forgive rituals
Forgive rites
Forgive aetheists
Forgive concepts
Forgive history
Forgive human sacrifice
Forgive animal sacrifice
Forgive the translators
Forgive colonialists
Forgive rapists
Forgive barbarians
Forgive patriarchal society
Forgive words, forgive meanings
Yes, it is hard to forgive some of them but be at peace and forgive
And be at peace
I may have not suffered what you suffered
But I am you and you are me
Cliches! Cliches just may save the world.
But it's not the cliches.
It is you and me!
There's actually more peaceful places
than places that are in war.
So what do we still worry about?
But is not just the place that is at war.
Are you peaceful within yourself?
Are you at war with yourself?
Check yourselves! Yes I am checking myself too.
It is hard but we'll be there, peace.
and the poem got tucked in
on one side of the world
and curled back
over the sun and stars
to see itself
in its own reflection.
peace starts in the heart
and ripples out to the very edge
of the universe
like a smooth round pebble
poem
dropped into a lake
of infinite connectedness
and so it goes on
forever after
like a flower in bloom
the petals part slowly
takes shape in the sunlight
and gently unfurls
to the heart of the matter
it opens and curls
It drops, heavy, molten
Miasmic, through space -
An eternal teardrop,
Whirling in the forever-downward
That is stillness
That is silence
It is serenity in knowledge
It is eternity in an instant
It is not constant, but remains
In its quintescence, impure
But whole
Peace is coming
home
to a place
where you and I
touch the Beloved One
in each others eyes
where diversity
unites
where the seed
you plant
blossoms in my heart
where our reaching out
to one another
brings a smile
to the sun
and a whisper
to the moon
and ignites the heart
of this muse
where peace finds
a home in
its ongoing creation.
coming home
*
~*~
returning endlessly
to
the silence
is our refuge,
our true home;
our resting place..
*
wherever
a
breath takes place,
therein
the
silence..
*
therein
the
joy of Being,
here,
now,
eternally
~*~
*
I discovered beauty today, I felt the softness of a puppy and smelled the delicious scent of a babies breath and in his eyes I saw all of the reasons we are.
(a beautiful read!!!!!)
I am imagination - BY SAMME
Imagining a nation
A nation imagining
Of creativity rising
From the dawn of
Creation
To the sound of
Evolution
The wheels of
Innovation
A journey to
Perfection
A process of
Communication
Of minds and hearts
Soulful integration
Imaginations at play
All night thru the break of day
Circumnavigation
Circling with wild profusion
Happiness with reckless abandon
Joy and bliss is the new constitution
Hand to hands
Heart to hearts
Soul to soul
Laughter to laughters
From here on and ever afters
We’ll cross the stream
And wade on the river
Circle the lake
Set sail on the oceans
Mind to mind
Eye to eyes
Person to persons
Nation to nations
Passions to compassions
Love into actions
A selfless contribution
Is the best solution
For each and every notion
On the face of every nation
Europe to Europe
Asia to Asia
Africa to Africa
Australia to Australia
Canada to Canada
America to Americas
Pacific to Atlantic
Arctic to Antarctica
Gaia to Gaia.
Blow in the wind
Every hue and color
In each and every spectrum
To palettes and canvasses
From one medium to all media
Splash your creativity
Shock the world in silent reverie
Open the minds to a new reality
A shift in paradigm with clarity
Every artist to artists
Writer to writers
Poet to poets
Singer to singers
Call on your muse
It’s right there if you choose
Your words have actions
Your colors have affections
Your notes have healing vibrations
Law does not have jurisdictions
Politics have no solutions
Corporations have no functions
Governments have no legislations
The world is your own dominion.
With love and creativity
Hope is no longer
The cry of humanity.
decoded from Samme's blog
next… : - )
Being Peace.
Light a stream of consciousness
and let it flow, as your old
borders crumble let it go, swim
in fluid impressions, project
new expressions of compassion
and love. Figure how to grow
set the light of life aglow
sharing truths we know. Paint
the world in harmony, awareness,
responsibly free. Understading
will render all hunger history.
Aggression will cease as we work
to create our own inner peace.
Then place both feet firmly
on the starting block, prelude
to spirit's advance spread peace
First light on humanities future.
Twirling birch leaves in fall winds
whisper hints of peace
with every rapid tremor
Mark, I like your post…
“We are beings living
in eternal community
with all that surrounds us ”
Travelling through space
I see many stars
I feel peaceful
and full of grace
Onwards into the light
Further and deeper into space
I find the source
of all light
I am at one
and peaceful
There are many souls
here to greet me
Their essence touches mine
and we melt into the light