THE POEM OF PEACE THAT GOES ON FOR ETERNITY

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…….

………………………………………………..om………………………………..…………..………………………………………..o…….

 ………………………..                                                        light ……….……………………….…………………no……..……………….………………….…………………………light………….

………………………………………………………….o……………………….                           n o………………………..

………………………………………………………….                     ………………….          ………………………….love…………

                                                                love to love

                                                                 lighting eternally

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

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.

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.

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

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 

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

LSP^TM 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

LSP^TM 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.

www.wynnfree.com

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

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

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.)

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