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Topic of the Day: non-violence

International Day of Non-Violence

Violence means violence

Violence means violence and that
Has a dangerous precedence.

Violence can not counter violence
Without the equipment of non-violence
That has a appearance in the
inner heart of soulfence.

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Lucian Blaga

The poet: A blood donor at the hospital of words.

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Love Vs. Hate

As I lie in the bed,
In the misty redness of hate, lonesome pain, and misery invaded my happy home
And turned it into a dark icky cave...
The word Hate is in my heart,
And soul but somewhere deep within in my mind was love that over ruled the power between hate itself.

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Wallace Stevens

Peter Quince at the Clavier

I.
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.

Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the strain
Waked in the elders by Susanna;

Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders, watching, felt

The basses of their beings throb
In witching chords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.

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Theodore Roethke

In A Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or a winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

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