Make it a habit to visit the Monday Mad Hatter Party room and join in the fun. The main thing is to inject some madness into that ball point or pencil. Your are welcome to present journal pages, sketches done on toilet paper or whatever you fancy. Just make sure you test the boundaries of sanity.On the Nature of War: A Garden Meditation
Under the dropping of the cherry blossoms, next to the peace stone, we meditate...
On the Nature of War: A Garden Meditation
A temple bell sings at dawn
clear and resonant
in the key of G,
a silver-tipped psalm in the night.
A tribe of birds clamor,
erupting from a thicket,
cawing hateful protests
against their awakening to the world.
The faithful wait
to pray,
to shut out the darkness,
to close their ears to their cries,
to offer incense for peace.
A temple bell sings at dawn
rising above the swirling mists.
A caretaker opens wide the gate and nods,
knowing the key of G can never change.
Lori Gloyd (c) 2006
The photograph was taken in the garden at Angel's Gate Park, San Pedro, California. Lori Gloyd (c) 2003
posted by The Gate Keeper @ 11:12 PM
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Thank you, Susan, for your response. You got the point exactly. L.
For some reason memories of my day at Hiroshima rose as I read this Lori. Perhaps it was the influence of the Cherry Blossoms or my feelings of despair when I saw the extent of the destruction. I must ring the peace bell I purchased there tonight.
Very beautiful and poignant, Lori. I wonder if man will ever find a different way to settle disputes.
A very realistic poem. Pictures of war scenes flashed through whilst reading - it is such a tragedy, a waste of human life and a waste of energy. Beautiful writing.
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