Category Archives: Poetry; Solitude

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Photo- Erdogan has praised the “legendary heroism” of police forces

Freedom to demonstrate should not be curtailed in any country. People should have the right to express their concerns without the fear of being bullied and killed. My heart bleeds with the citizens of Istanbul and those who were trying to keep Gezi Park open.

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tayyip_erdogan_kizginTurkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan has praised the “legendary heroism” of police forces in quelling anti-government protests that have rocked the country for more than three weeks.

Speaking at the Police Academy in the capital, Ankara, on Monday, Erdogan thanked the country’s security forces for their “patience” and “discipline” during the demonstrations.

“Our police successfully passed a very important, very challenging democracy test,” Erdogan noted, adding, “Our police have responded to attacks, provocations without violating the law … and have written a saga of heroism.”

Erdogan’s remarks came as his government has been widely criticized by human rights groups and its Western allies for using excessive force against protesters.

The unrest in Turkey began on May 31 after police broke up a sit-in at Istanbul’s Taksim Square to protest against a proposal to demolish Gezi Park.

The protesters said Gezi Park, which is a traditional gathering point for rallies…

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Bee killing isn’t only about neonics

This blog by Arglysock is very important to all of humanity. She writes about science and its impact on the landscape and the seas of the world.

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A few weeks ago, great news! The European Union banned three ‘bee killers’ – neonicotinoid pesticides. Three neonics with the, er, catchy names clothianidin, imidacloprid and thiamethoxam. The ban will come into force on 1st December this year, and it will last only for two years, so let’s not get complacent.

The bee-killing story doesn’t end with neonics. It’s also about another insecticide called fipronil. This one isn’t a neonic, it’s a phenylpyrazole.

Like the neonics, fipronil is a broad-spectrum insecticide. That means it kills all kinds of insects – ‘good bugs’ as well as ‘bad bugs’. It’s a neurotoxin, attacking the insects’ nervous systems. In fact it can attack other organisms too. Here’s some science from a decade ago, telling us how fipronil can be bad news.

This week the European Food Safety Authority said that scientists there are concerned about fipronil. They’re concerned about ‘dust…

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Pachamama

Ecuador is leading the way with their rewritten constitution to save Mother Earth, or as they named it, “Pachamama.”

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In Ecuador Mother Nature is Pachamama – she now has constitutional rights. In 2008 65% of Ecuador’s population voted in favour of re-writing the constitution, giving legal rights to Pachamama. Her new bill of rights was written by a group from Pennsylvania, the Community Environmental Legal Defense Fund (CELDF).

CELDF wrote –  “nature or Pachamama, where life is reproduced and exists, has the right to exist, persist, maintain and regenerate its vital cycles, structure, functions and its processes in evolution.”

Ecuador’s president Raphael Correa dubbed his countries new approach “living well”. One of the smallest, poorest countries in South America, oil production is the life blood of Ecuador’s economy. Millions of barrels of oil beneath rain forests so ecologically diverse – one hectare contains more species of trees than all of North America.

Here’s the catch – Ecuador estimates oil worth $3.6 billion pool beneath Yasuni National Park. Correa asked the world…

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so much understanding, love and a drawing out to BE all that we can BE…gentle, compassionate writing…thank you WHOCOULDKNOWTHEN

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‘There is a light inside you
To shine if you choose it to
There is a light inside you
To light up the world for you
Light up the world with you
As only you can do’.
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oh wounded heart, and how many years
have we walked this journey you and i
the dead ends and aborted beginnings
just how many understandings have
been set aside for yet another day?

only i know your tragedy and depth of despair
because i was there with you every painful day
deflecting the blows hoping i could protect you
covering these ears not to hear words slice so deep

oh wounded heart,

please hear the words i have found for you
forgiveness, love, acceptance and healing
hear them because the bruises they all faded
it’s the words you heard and the cuts remained

these clouds and shadows you live…

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The Lord’s Prayer

Abwûn

d’bwaschmâja

Nethkâdasch schmach

Têtê malkuthach

Nehwê tzevjânach aikâna d’bwaschmâja af b’arha

Hawvlân lachma d’sûnkanân jaomân

Waschboklân chaubên wachtahên aikâna daf chnân schwoken l’chaijabên

Wela tachlân l’nesjuna

ela patzân min bischa.

Metol dilachie malkutha wahaila wateschbuchta l’ahlâm almîn

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Abwûn O cosmic Birther, from whom the breath of life comes,
d’bwaschmâja who fills all realms of sound, light and vibration.
Nethkâdasch schmach May Your light be experienced in my utmost holiest.
Têtê malkuthach. Your Heavenly Domain approaches.
Nehwê tzevjânach aikâna d’bwaschmâja af b’arha. Let Your will come true in the universe (all that vibrates) just as on earth (that is material and dense).
Hawvlân lachma d’sûnkanân jaomâna. Give us wisdom (understanding, assistance) for our daily need,
Waschboklân chaubên wachtahên aikâna daf chnân schwoken l’chaijabên. detach the fetters of faults that bind us, (karma) like we let go the guilt of others.
Wela tachlân l’nesjuna Let us not be lost in superficial things (materialism, common temptations),
ela patzân min bischa. but let us be freed from that what keeps us off from our true purpose.
Metol dilachie malkutha wahaila wateschbuchta l’ahlâm almîn. From You comes the all-working will, the lively strength to act, the song that beautifies all and renews itself from age to age.
Amên. Sealed in trust, faith and truth. (I confirm with my entire being)

Cosmos

Cosmos (Photo credit: Sameer Karmarkar)

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“Oh Thou, from whom the breath of life comes, who fills all realms of sound, light and vibration. May Your light be experienced in my utmost holiest. Your Heavenly Domain approaches. Let Your will come true – in the universe, just as on earth. Give us wisdom  for our daily need, detach the fetters of faults that bind us like we let go the guilt of others. Let us not be lost in superficial things, but let us be freed from that what keeps us off from our true purpose. From You comes the all-working will, the lively strength to act, the song that beautifies all and renews itself from age to age. Sealed in trust, faith and truth, I confirm with my entire being.

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O Birther! Father- Mother of the Cosmos, Focus your light within us – make it useful. Create your reign of unity now- through our fiery hearts and willing hands Help us love beyond our ideals and sprout acts of compassion for all creatures. Animate the earth within us: we then feel the Wisdom underneath supporting all. Untangle the knots within so that we can mend our hearts’ simple ties to each other. Don’t let surface things delude us, But free us from what holds us back from our true purpose. Out of you, the astonishing fire, Returning light and sound to the cosmos. Amen.

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My friend, Yoli, sent this to me last year.  I love it so much…it is so inclusive and speaks to me of the Love God has for us…and what we all need to have for one another. The top prayer in said to be in Aramaic, the language spoken by Jesus. The last two variations are translations of this same prayer.  Regardless if it is the true Aramaic Jesus spoke, or if it was translated into Greek and then back into Aramaic, and then eventually  into English–I do not care…I will leave the semantics to the linguists. I love the meaning of the prayer as it speaks to me today…and I intend to write it in calligraphy and hang it on my wall.  I find it so beautiful!  Thank you, Yoli, for sharing such a beautiful prayer with me!

 
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Never Lose Hope!

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Sun Pillar (Photo credit: Axiraa)

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible.

                                                                                                    -Rumi

bogs of brooding come like a swarming fad

whenever I am sad, I think of reasons to be glad

I think of the Sun that rises each day

the breezy clouds that sail away

the stars that punctuate the darkness

the multitude of colors to contrast the starkness

the love that fell upon me once

that made me laugh and my heart did bounce

the gentle touch of your hand so near

the sparkle in your eyes that gave me cheer

the hope that there would be better days

the miracle of breath in all we say

for within the softness of the soul

there is the love for all to know

the child who smiles so bright

when watching the ant crawl with delight

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The other day, my granddaughter, Nadia, 4, was peering intently at the floor…and then looked up at me smiling and exclaimed: “Nanny! Nanny! The ant has life!”  The previous day we had found a bug crawling on the floor and having learned from my Insect Collecting days, told her, “We will have to gather the bug up and take it outside.” She replied,  “Why, Nanny?” To which I replied, “Because the little bug has life!”  Nadia learned the lesson well!

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be YOUR Light!

so easy it is to climb into yourself and give up

crawl back into that cave of self-pity, fill the cup

allowing the voices of the distant past

take up rent and killing you fast

penetrate your being, tearing you down

making you feel the fool and the hopeless clown

refuse to give up the fight

climb back out and be the light

they never understood

they never could

you couldn’t play the game

the stakes  too high for you to claim

you felt the passion deep

for truth you would seek

refuse to give up the fight

climb back out and be the light

maybe not everyone understood you

maybe not everyone could be true

it does not mean that what you valued was wrong

they just were playing a different song

they did not understand the passion that drove you

they did not understand you cared for more than a few

they did not understand you were only expressing an insight

they did not understand you’re being part of the light

they could only shut you down and throw you out

for then they could continue without a doubt

refuse to give up the fight

crawl back out and be the light

if only for a second the truth did shine

it was worth it all to be YOU on the line

somewhere, some day someone will find you

until then, believe in the light and all that is true

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this gentle soul, Nadia, my granddaughter

Two days ago my little four year old granddaughter, Nadia, brought me a dandelion that was past the stage of being yellow…it had gone to seed. The seeds were perfectly attached, as in the photo above.   She was so proud of the “flower” she gave to me. I graciously accepted it and placed it in a tiny glass of water. Today, I ran across the above image…it reminded me of  Nadia’s kind gesture…she is such a sweetheart!

While she was visiting with me, she became very quiet. I said to her, Nadia, you are so quiet?”  She responded in a matter-of-fact voice, “Well, Nanny, it is the Quiet of Silence!”  WOW!  A poet already…