"War"

I hear the song the blackbirds sing,

The rush of mountain waters, tis Spring;

The corn lifts its ears, without a sound,

Church bells ring all around.

 The doormouse flits in an out,

A little squeak, he cannot shout;

A boy, a flash, and then a scream,

Is this the End, or just a dream.

Darkness fell in mirky cloud,

"It's only midday," said the voice out loud;

On my God, what has gone wrong,

Why is the burn and the hurt so strong.

In the distance, yet another boom,

I glanced around, I saw the gloom;

Mummy! Mummy!, came the child's scream,

Mummy had gone and could not dream.

My heart is pained, but I recall,

The forest, these trees, once so tall;

Burning timbers still remain,

No more Life in wooden veins.

Puffing, Panting, breathing smoke,

I try to breathe, don't want to choke;

How I wish I could scream,

Just to wake, make this a dream.

My Brothers and Sisters, are they near,

Their Future is my greatest fear;

For myself, I am not so sad,

In this World, so big, so bad.

The so-called super powers of late,

They've disagreed and sealed our fate;

Wait! That sound, I heard a scream,

I am awake, it was a dream.

~ Eddie Barber

 

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~ Beannaichte'

 

26 February, 2022

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"Shadow of Loss"

~ In Loving Memory of Sharon...

It

 is hard to sing

 of  Oneness when our world is not Complete,

when those who once brought Wholeness 

to our Life have gone,

and nothing but Memory

can fill the emptiness

their Passing leaves behind.

But Memory

can tell us only what we were,

in company

with those we Loved;

it can not help us find what each 

of us,

alone,

must now become.

Yet no one is really alone;

those who live no more echo still within

our Thoughts and Words,

and what they did is a part

 of what we have Become.

We do best homage to our dead

when we live  our lives most Fully,

even in the Shadow

of our

Loss.

~Jewish Prayer

~Beannaichte'

15 January, 2017

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"Thoughts That Count"

        

          ...But for all the richness of my friend's words, I think the most powerful advice I ever received was from my father, Danny Thomas.
          When I was a struggling young actress of 18, and he was already a famous comedian, I went to him in tears because everyone was comparing me with him.  He said, "I raised you to be a thoroughbred, and when thoroughbreds run, they wear blinders to keep their eyes focused straight ahead with no distractions from the other horses.  They run their own race.  That's what you have to do. Don't listen to anyone comparing you to me or anyone else.  You just run your own race."
          My dad gave me so much great advice over the years.  And when he died, I knew how much I would miss talking to him.  But that's when another friend, Mike Nichols, gave me advice I still cherish-and pass along to others who have lost someone they love. "All the things you wish you had said, you can still tell him," he said.  "The conversation continues..."

~ Marlo Thomas

U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'

28 April, 2014

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"Waterfall"

~I've known rivers

 ancient as the world and older than the flow of blood in human veins.

My Soul has grown deep like the Rivers.

~Langston Hughes

       Going beyond fear begins when we examine our fear; our anxiety, nervousness, concern, and restlessness.  If we look into our fear, if we look beneath the veneer, the first thing we find is sadness, beneath the nervousness.  Nervousness is cranking up, vibrating all the time.  When we slow down, when we relax with our fear, we find sadness, which is calm and gentle. Sadness hits you in the Heart, and your body produces a Tear.  Before you cry, there is a feeling  in your chest and then, after that, you produce tears in your eyes. You are about to produce Rain or a Waterfall in your eyes and you feel sad and lonely and perhaps romantic at the same time.  That is the first tip of fearlessness, and the first sign of real warriorship.  You might think that, when you experience fearlessness, you will hear the opening to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony or see a great explosion in the sky, but it doesn't happen that way. Discovering fearlessness comes from working with the Softness of the human Heart.

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

26 December, 2013

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"Three Friends"

~There are three

friends of the winter:

the Pine Tree, the Plum Blossom, and Bamboo.

Pine Trees are strong.  They remain happy and green

throughout the year.

In the unbearable heat of summer 

and the severe cold of winter,

they Stand Unperturbed.

The crimson petals

of the Plum Blossom 

gleam brilliantly against the white snow,

with their magenta coloured flowers.

The ability to bloom in the midst of Misfortune

suggests Dignity and Forbearance

under harsh circumstances.

The Bamboo is the third

friend of winter.

Bamboo is Flexible,

bending with the wind but never breaking,

capable of adapting 

to any circumstance.

It suggests Resilience,

meaning we have the Ability to bounce back

from even the most difficult times.

Our Ability to thrive depends,

in the end,

on our Attitude 

to our Life's Circumstances.

~Take everything in stride

with Grace,

putting forth Energy

when it is Needed,

yet always staying Calm, Inwardly. 

~Ping Fu's "Shanghai Papa" 

China/U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'

5 November, 2013

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"White Bird Flying"

~Pain has been,

and grief enough, 

and bitterness and crying.

Sharp ways and stony ways-

I think was all she trod; 

But all there is to see now-

is a White Bird Flying.

Whose bloodstained wings go circling high-

circling up to God.

~Margaret Widdemer  

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'

24 October, 2013

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"Life Continues"...Part II

             ~ My Life continues, and my Life is me...
        You are with someone else?  I trust that you are Happy.
            
               At this deep level we are together and a distance of ten thousand miles is right next door.  No, not next door.  Right here.   I do not long for you, for you are with me, and this I like.  You do not occupy my thoughts, or my Life, but are with me like my breathing which goes on, keeping Life in me.  All the many yous I Love are together in me without clutter, those physically near me, too.  There is responsiveness in everything I do, and the whole world is very much alive.

              The goodness remains with me.  ~ It will always be...

               May All be well with you!

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

19 July, 2013

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