melissa_blackbull

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
Wdestiny44@aol.com

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melissa_blackbull

"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

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

melissa_blackbull

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
Wdestiny44@aol.com

:Cry

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