Shanti
Astral Star
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5-11-06
Peace leaps through the vertical blinds from outside
She brings a gift, a black and brown beetle with long wandering antennae
It sits on her tongue
She looks at me with those blissful striking blue eyes, The ones strangers can’t help but stop and stare at.
Tosses the beetle on the crusty tan carpet and glances at me for approval
Another piece of prey brought into our home
She taunts it and teases it to scamper away, under the rug, the couch, the planter. Each time catching it a mere fraction of a second before it’s escape.
And I know Peace well she is a fickle little one
If I don’t rescue the concrete dweller and flush it
She will devour it whole
There is no stopping her
That is just what Peace does.
Peace leaps through the vertical blinds from outside
She brings a gift, a black and brown beetle with long wandering antennae
It sits on her tongue
She looks at me with those blissful striking blue eyes, The ones strangers can’t help but stop and stare at.
Tosses the beetle on the crusty tan carpet and glances at me for approval
Another piece of prey brought into our home
She taunts it and teases it to scamper away, under the rug, the couch, the planter. Each time catching it a mere fraction of a second before it’s escape.
And I know Peace well she is a fickle little one
If I don’t rescue the concrete dweller and flush it
She will devour it whole
There is no stopping her
That is just what Peace does.
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa
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i think it is awesome. people often forget or don't notice that t.s. eliot's poem the wasteland ends in shantih shantih shantih
i think it is an incredibly optimistic poem . . . saying even though there has been all of this that seems like the land of enormous waste there is an ending to the waste, and this is only a feeble interpretation of the ending, shantih, shantih, shantih:
the peace that passes all understanding, the peace that passes all understanding, the peace that passes all understanding.
thanks for reminding me again of that great message.
" Tosses the beetle on the crusty tan carpet and glances at me for approval
Another piece of prey brought into our home"
. . . not the way of a lot of hindus who use the word shantih at all, who do not believe in killing creatures because of ahimsa, but perhaps it is the way of creatures who do not really have religious concepts
it is a very interesting poem and use of that word, and i like your ending too . . . it is nice to think of shantih (the peace that passes all understanding) devouring us concrete dwellers whole . . . i hope it is so one day.
shantih.
love to eat them mousies
mousies' what i love to eat
bite they little heads off
nibble on they tiny feet
lol... my cat brings me mice this season... it's way better than the birds she's been bringing for the last 5 springs
and, i'm with b.e. on the sig. super beautiful