Pablo has brought out, Beautifully, the Very Need for All of Us to become More Still.
Just last night, and even this morning, I was going through one of the Very Low points of my life!
Upon Reflection, found that it was the Result of Overwork.
So Ok, My Head is just Bursting with Ideas, Clamouring to Come Out.
But Unless We Pace Ourselves, Our Ideas will land up in a Traffic Jam, and Wars Will keep Happening.
“PEACE, MY SOUL, RETURN WHERE YOUR PEACE LIES.”
(From an Old Song)
Today this poem really struck me. I’m just feeling a little heavy hearted, as if everything going on in the world is just a bit too much. I feel like we really need to be there for each other, right now, and always.
by Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms too much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm the whales
and the man gathering salt
would not hurt his hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars…
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