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    THE SHANTI STONE AT HOPI LAND

    THE SHANTI STONE AT HOPI LAND
    *Shanti is sanskrit for 'peace'*

    scarves dancing on the wind
    soar with eagle's grace
    memories stir within the soul
    oh, how I love this sacred place

    while praying peace on shanti stone
    beauty floods the desert floors
    if man could see from where I sit
    there'd be no bombs, no more wars

    kachinas dance the village square
    for the love of mother earth
    it's up to us which world arrives
    what will mankind choose to birth

    gentle people walk this land
    I saw god at least a thousand-fold
    treasured wealth cannot be measured
    when the sun, moon and stars are gold

    eyes spill tears into the heart
    as mesas fade into the mirror
    all people of peace have work to do
    the view from the top has never been clearer

    by Sharon Pacione, 2002
    [email protected]

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    I LOVE GOOD POEMS. SO I WILL POST POEMS I FIND TO BE GOOD... PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ONE SHARE IT!
    :)
    "I AM BUT A MIST OF WATER IN A RAIN STORM""FOR I HAVE MUCH TO LEARN."

  • #2
    "Hold True to Peace"

    "Hold True to Peace"

    Though the bombs still drop in the Middle East
    We can still pray for Peace
    Stand together holding hands
    As blood is spilled in foreign sands

    Light our candles...
    Burn our sage...
    As the War continues to rage.
    When all is said and done
    We'll know that no one's won.
    Singing: "No more War! No more War!
    Lay down your weapons, No more War!"

    We'll be proud that we believed,
    The answer is always Peace.
    It's not wrong to demonstrate
    When Mother Earth's at stake...
    Singing: "No more War! No more War!
    Lay down your weapons, No more War!"

    by Robin "Tetawin" Carneen

    THATS A GOOD ONE!:Angel2
    "I AM BUT A MIST OF WATER IN A RAIN STORM""FOR I HAVE MUCH TO LEARN."

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    • #3
      When Will We Ever Learn

      When Will We Ever Learn

      wide awake in a nightmare,
      my soul has been mortally wounded,
      shot through the heart
      by missiles of ignorance and war
      launched by abusers
      hiding behind shades of red, white and blue,
      waving the flag of bombs bursting in air,
      wagging the dog of illusion
      before sleepwalking, apathetic masses

      warmongers, the great pretenders,
      feigning democracy and freedom
      and concern for a better life,
      invade and hijack the hearts and minds
      of sons and daughters, mothers and fathers,
      slamming shut the doors of truth and integrity,
      with the help of media distraction and lies,
      in the face of activists
      advocating social, political and environmental change
      and peace and justice for all

      blind patriots rally to call war normal,
      sucked into the black hole of big brother -
      purple hearts, and gold and silver stars
      gather momentum to build yet another memorial
      to the sacrificial lambs called collateral damage
      who died trying to kill for the dreams of others,
      who believed the lies and propaganda
      that the unholy alliance was not about
      oil,
      or racial and religious intolerance,
      or re-mapping of land,
      or occupation,
      or ancient treasures of mysterious origin,
      or the greed and power of world domination,
      or the addiction to - and big business of - war

      the lucky ones sing their death song;
      survivors imprison memories of horror
      on the wailing wall of mangled minds
      and the matrix of the soul

      parts and pieces blown to kingdom come,
      tied with yellow ribbons of lost hope,
      join the ghosts of past wars
      who walk alongside the waking dead
      on a crowded, blood-soaked planet
      filled with the dogma and strangled spirit
      of man's darkness and disregard for life in all forms,
      hearts hardened and desensitized to
      compassion and non-violence,
      minds clouded by addictions and material lust,
      seeking instant gratification to ease the pain
      of spinelessness and mindlessness,
      imprisoning the spirit of humanity
      in cellblocks of conformity and fear

      in the theatre of war,
      self-serving world citizens wear many faces
      of apathy, ignorance,
      and intellectual and spiritual arrogance,
      choosing well-worn words and phrases
      to detach from responsibility to the web of life

      ...I'm only one person, what can I do?

      ...I can't think about that right now, I'm too busy.

      ...Well, the only thing we can do is pray. I'm just going to let the
      Lord handle it.

      ...Everything is happening exactly as it's supposed to.

      ...Life isn't real anyway, it's all just an illusion.

      ...We live in a world of polarity, so there will never be peace.
      Besides, we wouldn't appreciate the good things if we didn't
      have the bad.

      ...I'm only going to allow the light into my reality. All of this
      negative stuff zaps my energy.

      ...What's happening on the other side of the world is not my
      problem.

      ...It must be their karma; there's nothing I can do.

      ...This war is undeclared, so it's not a real war anyway.

      ...There's no need to do anything; when you're enlightened, you
      become the observer.

      ...How do you know that's true? I didn't see it on the news!
      (Patriot Act I and II, Pax Americana, etc.).

      ...Now that the war has started, everyone should just shut up and
      support our government, they know what they're doing!

      hyprocricy rules the nation
      selling democracy and freedom
      on the backs of bombs and oppression,
      from the halls of deceit,
      ideals still on a wish list
      for the tired, poor and hungry citizens
      of the invading country
      whose national and foreign policies
      are twin towers of manipulation

      threaten, destroy and selectively re-build
      until the world falls back to sleep,
      then threaten, de-humanize and assimilate
      the culture invaded

      moving on the wind of desire and addiction to war
      to the next 'axis of evil'
      ensuring that fat cats of large corporations,
      participating in perpetual sleep-overs
      at the big white house and domed rotunda,
      will never be hungry again

      real freedom - of body, mind and spirit -
      walks a tightrope once again,
      the mirror held in the iron fist
      of pride and ego,
      begging for reflection's comment
      on the lessons of man's inhumanity to life

      history is a broken record
      of broken promises
      and broken treaties
      repeating itself
      for the benefit of slow learners
      and those easily led
      who have not grasped the concept and value
      of compassion, integrity and non-violence
      as the path to peace and freedom

      and, while fence sitters nurse hemroids,
      those with a conscience
      plant seeds of peace and truth,
      watered with the tears and intent
      of Gandhi, King, Deganawidah
      and other ancestors dedicated to the reality unity,
      to germinate within the heart and mind,
      from the light and dark of nature's balance,
      food for thought for an unbalanced world

      and, life goes on as usual
      except for the air, water and soil -
      and plant, animal and mineral kingdoms
      who absorb the vibrations of fear
      and inhale the particles of war,
      choking on the blood of death and destruction
      life goes on as usual
      except for the birds and insects
      who now avoid travel in the no-fly zone

      life goes on as usual
      except for the young Hopi mother
      whose life-force now sleeps on the sands of time,
      in a different desert,
      on the other side of the world

      life goes on as usual
      except for the 4 year old girl running down a bombed-out street
      holding the hand of smoke and horror,
      mouth and eyes wide open
      to the death of innocence,
      tramatized for life

      life goes on as usual
      except for the father carrying his daughter,
      blood dripping on memories of childhood
      from her dangling, blown-off leg
      life goes on as usual
      except for the families of those
      killed by 'friendly' and 'not-so-friendly fire';
      except for prisoners of war,
      including the seven billion prisoners of war
      known as humanity

      when we realize that life is one gigantic, connected web,
      that everyone and everything is related,
      that those we kill are ourselves,
      that we are all sons and daughters of one earth,
      of one creator of which we are an aspect,

      and, when we choose weapons of mass construction,
      principles dedicated to truth, integrity, compassion,
      and non-violence,

      we will have answered the age-old question...

      when will we ever learn,
      when will we ever learn???

      by Sharon Pacione
      written between March 19 and April 13, 2003
      [email protected]

      :Cry
      "I AM BUT A MIST OF WATER IN A RAIN STORM""FOR I HAVE MUCH TO LEARN."

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