For New Zealand
Needed words, please read.
When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
Morning, Lake Matheson
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Silence, Milford
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold caves.
Punakaiki
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a…
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If only power and ego could be replaced by peace and prayer, what a beautiful accepting world we would have.
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I agree my friend. USA spend 25 percent of Taxes collected on the war machine and they sell 500 billion to other countries. War is big business. Life isn’t. If large nations quit selling weapons to the countries in war. Maybe peace could come.
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Beautiful sentiments. Thank you for sharing. This hatred seems to have spread throughout the world, we have forgotten we belong to one another.
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I agree my friend. Hatred is alive and well. The quiet country touched by violence. I pray for peace everyday.
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beautiful
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Needed words my friend. Somehow, we must stop the killing.
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Yes it is relentless
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