Peace for the Soul
Poetry Lounge
Let your imagination dream with the beauty of the Earth breathing the breeze coming of spring. Let your soul fly in search of peace. Let love in your heart. Let the hope to be your star. Let peace invades your life.
Eva Libre
We ask why
how?
in 2009
a homeless child.
Look deep into the eyes of pity
look deep into the need
don't rush by
to busy to care
too important to stop
and ask
why?
Do we care enough
to try and stop this
when we all know
it is wrong.
A homeless child is
hungry,
cold,
wet,
unloved
dirty,
smelly.
Do we care
is it our problem?
pass by quick
then
you will not see,
nor smell,
nor think,
nor care.
Out of sight
out of mind.
But the child remains
vulnerable
abused
till it dies
unwanted.
David Gould © 26th May 2009
May 1, 2010
Eva Libre
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.
I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.
My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.
From: Call Me by My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh
~ by Thich Nhat Hanh ~
May 1, 2010
Eva Libre
May 1, 2010
Eva Libre
The beauty of the night
The stillness
The darkness
The quietness
The beauty of the silence
The beauty of the night
No one here except you
Wherever I look I see you I feel you
Wherever
The silence of the night
You are there always
As if, waiting for me
I am there waiting for you
In the beauty of the night
Everything is so radiant
So still
So quiet
And, I feel your presence
In the darkness
When my soul cries out for you
Reach u somehow
In the beauty of the night
You like beauty
Because you are the most beautiful
What eyes cannot see
White radiance
Beauty that is unimaginable
Indescribable
Words that can only fail
Such pure radiance
Such pure light
Such soothing light
Unimaginable
What eyes cannot see
The beauty
The beauty
Only the heart can feel
Only the heart can feel
What could not be contained in the universes far and beyond
The magnificence
The sheer grandeur
The awesome presence
Above all
Contain the universes in the palm of your hand
The sheer awesomeness
The grandeur
Nothing can contain you
You contain every thing
In the palm of your hand
Nothing is above you
Below you
Everything is part of you
I alone in the universe
All alone
Nothing besides you
Nothing at all
The stillness of the night
The beauty of the night
The darkness
Only the heart can contain you
What the might heavens and the skies
And the far galaxies could not contain
Only the heart can only my heart can contain you
It is nothing but full now
Of the beauty that is you
The tranquility that only you can possible provide
Nothing else but you
How I long to be in your presence
Nothing else do I desire
Nothing else only you
Your beauty
Your sheer magnificence
The white soothing light
The radiance
How much do I love you
Indescribable in words
Unimaginable
But can only feel
The heart feels
Only the heart feels
That is the beauty of it all
I feel your presence
When the mind fails the heart can perceive
The beauty of the night
The stillness
The darkness
The quietness
You and me
That is all just you and me
And, the beauty of the night
The stillness
And the quietness
The beauty of the night
The peace
The heart at peace
So very still
So quiet
So beautiful
The beauty of the night
The beauty of the night
Only if others could understand
The beauty of your presence
The beauty of the night
May 1, 2010
Eva Libre
Apollo and the Muses
May 1, 2010
Irit Hakim-Keller
Thank you for this lounge.
The poems you have posted are beautiful, and the Bolero of Ravel's dance is GREAT!!!
May 1, 2010
Patricia L Allen
We are all individuals
A most unique design
Our outer parts are different
As our inner parts align
The heart is our connector
Despite the mental games
Our flesh will never tower
Over love’s ethereal flames
We live on this Earth together
Where we’re from could be recalled
Where we’re going we forgot somehow
Why we’re here seems to be stalled
Love will not leave us stranded
It’s who we really are
With a memory encoded
In a relentless shooting star!
May 1, 2010
Dr. Sohiniben Shukla
May 2, 2010
Patricia L Allen
ENCHANTMENT FILLS THE LAND
Retrieving life’s enchantments
Romancing every truth
Flirting with all creation
Reclaiming innocent youth
Everything transforms
From gray to living light
Enchantment fills the land
As the butterfly takes flight!
May 22, 2010
violetta rasta
Jun 12, 2010
Eva Libre
My Twilight Wish
Waiting for the sunrise Reminded me of my innocent wish
In the pleasant silence of the night
I took a ride with my wish
To the top of a fresh green hill
Surrounded by the twilight and silence of the night
I found myself lying down on the grass and facing the sky
The rising moon was at its fullest
The addition of the beauty was with the sparkling stars
The cold air breeze
Embraced my skin so deeply
I felt it in my heart
And sensation poured out of my eyes
Was the twilight what I waited for so long?
No sound heard
No existence felt, but Yes
The twilight everywhere
Yes I could feel my wish so close
Yes I could feel the night
Yes I could spend hours on this thought
But
The soft spoken sunrise brought me back from my innocent wish with a golden morning greeting. . .
By Hasiba
Afghan Women's Writer Procet
Mar 26, 2011
WILLA NYOKA
Mar 27, 2011
Bill
Mar 27, 2011
Béatrice LATEUR LACROIX
Offering
I offer to all what is
The presence of my body,
The silence of my mind
And the depth of my heart.
Mar 27, 2011
Béatrice LATEUR LACROIX
My mantram is ; "Love, what else ?"
Mar 27, 2011
Paula
Mar 27, 2011
Béatrice LATEUR LACROIX
DearPaula,
Thanks for sharing such a beauty in this paintings.
Beauty oppens aur heartis to Love ...
Love and Peace for all Beings.
Mar 28, 2011
Paula
Mar 29, 2011
Paula
Mar 29, 2011
Eva Libre
Warum nur der Link und nicht die Videos ?
Mar 29, 2011
Paula
Mar 29, 2011
Paula
Mar 29, 2011
Eva Libre
Through Love all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine
Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the king will turn into a slave!
~ Rumi
May 29, 2011
heather wilkins
YOUR MY REFUGE
Your my poem
my inspiration,
you fill my
day-dreams
with burning
desires.
In the stillness
of the night
I seek you out.
Your my refuge
in the storm,
the beat of my
heart.
Without you
I would not be.
May 31, 2011
David Sparenberg
Anger is a mood,
an emotion .
Experience it and let it go.
Like a wave of the ocean,
it moves over the surface, breaks
and dissolves against the shore.
The ocean does not say,
"I am a wave."
The way of the ocean is expansive plenum
and not reduction. The ocean knows
that every ripple is in transition.
Love is a condition.
Love and the ocean are one.
Only a fool
tries to hold back a wave,
identifies with ripples,
ignores the stillness
behind ephemeral motion.
The fool does not know
the nature of nature
or the core of creation.
The one who says,
"I am anger," rather than saying,
"Anger passes through me,"
knows only the surface,
is propelled by illusions.
Such a person
is pushed and driven
by the waves of emotions,
but ignores the profundity
of the constant sea.
Love is a condition and is eternal.
It accepts all things in transition,
yet contains the depth
transcending reason.
Love and depth are one;
God and ocean coequal.
Two choices
lead to joy and inner peace:
The first is letting go,
the second is abiding.
Abide in love.
Then all things
of heaven and earth
pass through you
in their quest for blessing.
This is the power
behind myriad forces.
This the reality
beyond the rippling
play of illusion.
The ocean dissolves
the ego of the shipwrecked
and the "I" of the drowning.
Among the merfolk,
there is no distinction
between themselves
and the kingdom of love
Jun 3, 2011
Béatrice LATEUR LACROIX
Thanks +++ Eva.
Love and peace for you and all Beings.
Jun 7, 2011