A person living a dream
is not waging a nightmare.
A person playing music
is not committing murder.
A person writing a poem
is not killing anyone.
A person reading a book
is not discharging a weapon.
A person painting a picture
is not spilling blood.
Somebody sculpting stone
is not polluting the earth
with another premature corpse.
To plant a garden
is not to practice rape.
To pray at dawn
is not a crime against creation.
Turn aside and look into your soul.
Not into the darkness
you have inherited from history,
but into the light coming your way
from the love of God. To humbly bow down
in the posture of mystical weeping
is to vanquish the phantoms of hatred and fear.
Everything involves a holiness in the heart;
everyone is involved in making choices.
What a difference
between the pornographers of aggression
and the artists of compassion!
Go to the place
where life embraces otherness;
enter the dialogue of becoming human.
Have you even considered
how healing the wounds of a stranger
creates laughter in children
and orchards in angels?
A person reading these words
feels like a summer cloud
floating without effort on the mirror of a river.
Tell the truth now:
Isn’t that good?
A person
deep into the ecology of blessing
remembers the taste of wild honey
while protesting the politics of war.
Tell the truth
now: Isn’t it better to create
than to destroy?
When the DreamMaker first
introduced the DNA of dreaming
it was called Eden.
Naming took place
in the ecstasy of love.
Now tell the truth:
Isn’t peace the most
precious art?
What is more defining
than the compassion of our vulnerability?
PeaceMaker – tell me:
What is your name?
She calls to me from beyond
> out at the edge of the reef
> I can not join her there
> or at least this is my belief
>
> I would walk out at low tide
> and stand on the edge
> I would talk to her there
> as the water lapped at the edge
>
> As it rose higher
> I would retreat to the shore
> and there she was just beyond
> calling to me once more...
>
> Then one day I was late
> and I rushed out to the reef
> she was not waiting for me
> and I cried out my grief...
>
> I thought I had lost her
> and the fault was all mine
> I dived over the edge
> to forever end my lonely time...
>
> But as I touched the crystal surface
> I became what I longed to be
> my body shimmered and changed
> and I became a dolphin of the sea
>
> And out in the distance I saw her
> Waiting beyond the reef
> and I finally joined the one I loved
> and left behind my life of grief
Comment by Helena Sousa on June 13, 2009 at 11:20pm
This weekend I spent at the Seattle Northwest Folklife Festival and was encouraged by the sense of acceptance and unity among a very diverse community........now that's what I call Peace :}
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