In early 2009 while I was watching the news and following events unfold in Palestine, I became increasingly angry at how civilians were targetted and suffered at the hands of a professional army, in a war that need not be. Sat on the sofa one day, I wrote this poem.
It's not a rhyming rythmic type of prose but it speaks what my heart and head were feeling.
"The thoughts of the future beginning with now, the feelings inside me shout a question of how? How can we watch the injustice prevail when we know what we see is so wrong, inhumane.
White Phosphorus bombs burning the skin of the children god sent because they want to win.
This isn’t the world where I want to live, where people sit back and expect not to give! Something to humanity to open their eyes, to see what we need is action inside, inside our borders and also ourselves to highlight injustice abolish this hell.
Humans, inside them they are all born good it’s the lives that they lead which then spills the blood. Who has the right to do this to me, to my fellow beings who are all born free. It must be a game, yes that what it is, them over there against those over where, where people go hungry, crammed into land which once was their own, but now they don’t know, who will look after the ones left behind, in rubble and dying from a man made landslide.
Words just like weapons, can hurt and can maime, the actions of others who don’t think the same, so what is my stance as I look at the news, whose side will I take and what point will I make, to those who wont listen or pretend not to hear the cries of the people, because their not near."
Peace
Alan
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Pausing to allow myself hear
A tickle in my throat, a tight chest, an angry sinus, a cough, stomach pains and a fast pacing mind. A deep sleep and awakening to hear keys in the front door, no voice, my mind tells me that I asked "who's there", no answer so I open my eyes, I can't see anybody yet because they haven't entered the living room where I lay under a blanket on the sofa. I speak again, this time louder and forceful "Who's there". Still no answer. My body craves rest, I close my eyes but my mind wonders who it is and refuses to allow me enter another sleep.
A book by Deepak Chopra that is called Synchro Destiny speaks about no such thing as coincidence, that everything that happens has a reason and a place. Everything that happens is influenced by the way we charge atoms in the universe around us. I'm also reminded of an experiment I read by a Japanese scientist Dr.Emoto in which he photographed water in various situations and environments only to find that the water in a positive environment was a beutiful shape under the microscope and the water in a less peaceful environment took on more crude or distorted shapes. He notes that we are made mostly of water and so what is the impact of our environment on our human being?
Remembering these writings encourages me to take note of where my body is right now, not in terms of location, but in health. When was the last time that my mind really rested? When did it last focus on the present, the here and now and resist the temptations to wander into next weeks diary, that job I should have completed by now or question me about why am I sitting apparently doing nothing?
I received an email from a friend who is a steward of the Art of Hosting and a wonderfully authentic human. It spoke about the need to slow down, based on her own experience of falling on the steps of her home because she was rushing inside to continue a conversation, she tore the muscles in her thigh. She was forced to slow down. Physically rushing was not an option now. But this could have been prevented had she just focused on what she was doing right there and then, which was walking up the steps. Without doubt now, that was the most important task to be completed before the conversation could continue.
My moral in this is that I too should slow down, that doesn't mean doing less work but doing it more intentionally. Then, it will reveal what i want to be doing. I don't want to be a slave to the dollar, but only I can make that choice.
By the way, There was nobody there, there were no keys in the door. My mind just would rest because I would let it. It disturbed my sleep and now I'm writing this blog. i do like sleep though, so for now, dear mind, please rest.
Peace
Alan
A book by Deepak Chopra that is called Synchro Destiny speaks about no such thing as coincidence, that everything that happens has a reason and a place. Everything that happens is influenced by the way we charge atoms in the universe around us. I'm also reminded of an experiment I read by a Japanese scientist Dr.Emoto in which he photographed water in various situations and environments only to find that the water in a positive environment was a beutiful shape under the microscope and the water in a less peaceful environment took on more crude or distorted shapes. He notes that we are made mostly of water and so what is the impact of our environment on our human being?
Remembering these writings encourages me to take note of where my body is right now, not in terms of location, but in health. When was the last time that my mind really rested? When did it last focus on the present, the here and now and resist the temptations to wander into next weeks diary, that job I should have completed by now or question me about why am I sitting apparently doing nothing?
I received an email from a friend who is a steward of the Art of Hosting and a wonderfully authentic human. It spoke about the need to slow down, based on her own experience of falling on the steps of her home because she was rushing inside to continue a conversation, she tore the muscles in her thigh. She was forced to slow down. Physically rushing was not an option now. But this could have been prevented had she just focused on what she was doing right there and then, which was walking up the steps. Without doubt now, that was the most important task to be completed before the conversation could continue.
My moral in this is that I too should slow down, that doesn't mean doing less work but doing it more intentionally. Then, it will reveal what i want to be doing. I don't want to be a slave to the dollar, but only I can make that choice.
By the way, There was nobody there, there were no keys in the door. My mind just would rest because I would let it. It disturbed my sleep and now I'm writing this blog. i do like sleep though, so for now, dear mind, please rest.
Peace
Alan
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