Happy to share with you that three poems of mine are on Pyrokinection
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I dedicate the first of the poems 'Home is where the wasteland' to all victims of violence, direct or indirect. This poem speaks of the possibility to find peace, 'Free from the broken fragile minds
tearing open each other's bodies
with contrary dreams.'
I think the time is now..
Do you think poetry can add to peace? I can say the writing itself can bring peace to me. It brings people peace to do what they love. Do what you love! Be what you love!
Violence is caused by thinking in opposites. By thinking there is someone or something to blame when we suffer. It seems more easy to put the cause of our suffering somewhere outside of ourselves, so we can be angry without having to hurt our self, our ego. But you know what? Anger always hurts the self, because we are indeed everything we see. I sometimes get sad about things I can not see but I wished for to be here. Deep down I know, this is inspiration! What is lacking for you? What do you want to see more? Do it! Be it! If you see there is no one believing in what you wish to see? Believe it! Be the believe!
Believe only turns into radicalism when there is anger, when there is blame. Leave others out of your believe! Leave them whole as they are! Add something, but don't destroy. Be a color-pencil not an erasor! Do I have a butterfly in my head instead of brains because of thinking all the world needs to be a better place is a bit more of creative therapy with color-pencils? Or in case of very bad anger, big cans of dirty paint to smudge an immaculate white wall with?
Here I am, possibly believing 'nonsense' by being naïve, but hey, at least it's harmless. At least there is beauty left where there is pain. For some reason, when I write after hearing about suffering in the big world, I always tend to write about beauty. How it is still there. How free we are. Free, the wild souls flutter. Above it, away from it, through it, colourful, beautiful. It is impossible to capture an artist.
Please share and comment. I reach out to people. I write this warm hand, that Susan Sherman describes in her poem 'Light', where you can here read an extract from:
If a poem were a hand, if it were alive, warm. If it could
reach out. If it could enter places I cannot. If it could do things
that make me afraid....
There is this thing that changes, that allows change to exist.
The poem is part of it, is its voice, this thing that is.
Any struggle is first that deep feeling that grows from
the center of a person, a people. The poem is not separate from
me, from the person I am. It is not the poem, but I, who feels.
It is not the poem, but I, who loves.
To hope, to have hope, to be hopeful, to hope against hope,
to believe in change, to believe in the possibility of change,
to know when to stay. And when to leave.
***
Thanks to Vinita Agrawal for sharing this touching part of a poem in the Woman Inc Poetry Group.
Say yes to poetry for (inner) peace, listen to your voice to stay sane. Speak out what he or she says, write it, whisper it into the bark of a tree. Be a yes to beauty where there is pain. Free yourself, and 'the rest' which is also you, will follow.
http://www.pyrokinection.com/
I dedicate the first of the poems 'Home is where the wasteland' to all victims of violence, direct or indirect. This poem speaks of the possibility to find peace, 'Free from the broken fragile minds
tearing open each other's bodies
with contrary dreams.'
I think the time is now..
Do you think poetry can add to peace? I can say the writing itself can bring peace to me. It brings people peace to do what they love. Do what you love! Be what you love!
Violence is caused by thinking in opposites. By thinking there is someone or something to blame when we suffer. It seems more easy to put the cause of our suffering somewhere outside of ourselves, so we can be angry without having to hurt our self, our ego. But you know what? Anger always hurts the self, because we are indeed everything we see. I sometimes get sad about things I can not see but I wished for to be here. Deep down I know, this is inspiration! What is lacking for you? What do you want to see more? Do it! Be it! If you see there is no one believing in what you wish to see? Believe it! Be the believe!
Believe only turns into radicalism when there is anger, when there is blame. Leave others out of your believe! Leave them whole as they are! Add something, but don't destroy. Be a color-pencil not an erasor! Do I have a butterfly in my head instead of brains because of thinking all the world needs to be a better place is a bit more of creative therapy with color-pencils? Or in case of very bad anger, big cans of dirty paint to smudge an immaculate white wall with?
Here I am, possibly believing 'nonsense' by being naïve, but hey, at least it's harmless. At least there is beauty left where there is pain. For some reason, when I write after hearing about suffering in the big world, I always tend to write about beauty. How it is still there. How free we are. Free, the wild souls flutter. Above it, away from it, through it, colourful, beautiful. It is impossible to capture an artist.
Please share and comment. I reach out to people. I write this warm hand, that Susan Sherman describes in her poem 'Light', where you can here read an extract from:
If a poem were a hand, if it were alive, warm. If it could
reach out. If it could enter places I cannot. If it could do things
that make me afraid....
There is this thing that changes, that allows change to exist.
The poem is part of it, is its voice, this thing that is.
Any struggle is first that deep feeling that grows from
the center of a person, a people. The poem is not separate from
me, from the person I am. It is not the poem, but I, who feels.
It is not the poem, but I, who loves.
To hope, to have hope, to be hopeful, to hope against hope,
to believe in change, to believe in the possibility of change,
to know when to stay. And when to leave.
***
Thanks to Vinita Agrawal for sharing this touching part of a poem in the Woman Inc Poetry Group.
Say yes to poetry for (inner) peace, listen to your voice to stay sane. Speak out what he or she says, write it, whisper it into the bark of a tree. Be a yes to beauty where there is pain. Free yourself, and 'the rest' which is also you, will follow.
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