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The Glory of Peace |
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Ammar Banni, Algeria
Algeria
(inspiration flows through the landscape where Eastern thought and Western culture marry to produce cultural diversity and civilizational harmony.)
Art
(the power to connect the lives and souls by its unifying power to magnify beauty, emotion, inquiry, whether poetic and literary, pictorial or musical, shape and color . . Art contains the essence of what is deepest in each of us.)
The glory of peace
Although you are far
and I do not know your face
I know your heart
you who share the love
like ants that work
and move throughout the world
you are the white doves.
you are the glory of peace. |
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Fly to Love |
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Wayne Visser, England
To fly
you must be free
To be free
you must let go
To let go
you must find trust
To find trust
you must have faith
To have faith
you must keep hope
To keep hope
you must see beauty
To see beauty
you must know love
To know love
you must learn to fly
The lesson is this:
If you love to fly
you must fly to love
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Painted Blossoms |
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Kimberly Wilder, New York
Don’t think for a blue minute
peace lies in dreamy eyes of smiling Buddha
blinking across fields of pink blossoms.
Peace is no quaint scene,
no warm aroma of homemade cookies.
Nor, sound of luggage placed on holy ground.
Peace is constant motion,
careful balance,
endless vigil,
rush of a purposeful journey.
Peace is not the people
who sit quietly by
as civic injustice, office politics,
and environmental degradation
unfold before them.
Peace is the courage
to speak out,
shatter comfort,
demand justice.
Peace is not the people around you suddenly
linking arms and taking up song.
Peace is the cumbersome process of
controlling your own temper
so you can smile at ornery colleagues and
small children who contradict you.
That Buddha is not napping
in his field of delicate blossoms.
He’s resting from a conflict resolution
conference
with his roommate.
He is considering
the next move he will make
to stir petals into beauty.
Wake up to the people around you, he calls.
Steady yourself for a long life of
patience, sincere communication,
bravery, love.
When you hear him,
you will notice the vital peace
of an artist’s hand working paint
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El Precipicio |
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Richard Rudd, Wales
Subimos para pasar el precipicio entre la risa y las lagrimas
Nos lanzamos los manos ardientes en la niebla del monte
Y como el alondra nos pintamos los cielos con nuestra cancion.
We go up to tread the precipice between laughter and tears
We thrust our burning hands into the mountain snow
And like the skylark we paint the skies with our song.
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