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Poems about love, life, and peace by GE Andrews HEART EARTH Heart is Earth,
Earth is Heart. I am Heart, I am Earth. Earth is breathing, Being. Heart is breathing, Being. Water ebbs and flows, Air is a live stream Where joy is the spark, Peace is the current. Breath is life and death, Heart is rhythm and soul. To forget this is to forget life itself And to mourn it’s passing.
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Poems about love love, life and peace by GE Andrews WITH ME OR WITHOUT ME
With me or without me, Life unfolds her flowering miracle. The night sky cares not that I gaze up in wonder at it’s Boundless horizon, The ocean has no sense I tremble at the might and depth Of it’s current. Yet, there is a place within where I feel cared for and loved, A place where I feel safe and secure. With me or without me, Life unfolds her flowering miracle. I have no words to speak, only feelings of grace and gratitude, Am nameless as a grain of sand on the shifting desert dune. With me or without me, Life unfolds her flowering miracle. Recipe for Peace by Devreaux Baker* This beautiful poem by Devreaux Baker expresses the sentiment of caring and sharing for each other through the simple act of baking bread, the simple act of cooking and eating together as a global family. contributed by Geri Andrews RECIPE FOR PEACE Bare your feet, roll up your sleeves oil the immigrant's bowl open the doors and windows of your house invite in the neighbors, invite in strangers off the street roll out the dough, add the spices for a good life cardamon and soul, cumin and tears stir in sesame and sorrow, a dash of salt pink as new hope rub marjaram and thyme, lemon grass and holy basil on your fingers and pat the dough bless the table, bless the bread bless your hands and feet bless the neighbors and strangers off the street bake the bread for a century or more on a moderate heat under the olive trees in your back yard or on the sun filled stones of Syria in the white rocks of Beirut or behind the walls of Jerusalem in the mountains of Afghanistan and in the sky scrapers of New York feast with all the migrant tongues until your mouth understands the taste of many different homes and your belly is full so you fall asleep cradled in the skirts of the world curled in the lap of peace. *source: https://www.poems-for-peace.org/ |
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