Rewiring the System

Mother of Peace

Posted in Uncategorized by rewiringangel on June 29, 2009

Mother Peacock of Peace
(Dedicated to the 64th Birthday, June 19, 2009, of Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, the democracy leader of the Burmese populace)

For millennia women have dedicated themselves almost exclusively to the task of nurturing, protecting, and caring for the young and the old, striving for the conditions of peace that favor life as a whole. … The education and empowerment of women throughout the world cannot fail to result in a more caring, tolerant, just, and peaceful life for all.
– Aung San Suu Kyi, Burma’s pro-democracy leader

Aung San Suu Kyi, whose nonviolent advocacy for democracy won her the Nobel Peace Prize, is one of the world”s most prominent political prisoners. The United Nations and many Western nations have long sought her release. Her party won Burma’s last elections in 1990, but the result was not recognized by the military, which has ruled the country since 1962.
Suu Kyi, who has spent more than 13 of the last 19 years, including the past six, in detention without trial. Her home is tightly guarded by police checkpoints and barbed-wire barricades.

… O mother of peace…
Your heart is clean.
Like rays of the sun shining on the world,
Your strength is bright.

Surrounded by stars
Competing with the Moon
Her love prestigious

Spreading a pleasing aroma
Myanmar Hey Myanmar
The only one in the whole world.

Though the storm is violent
Mother Peacock will reign the world
With a flower in her hair.

Posted by Johnny Chatterton (Burma Campaign UK)

From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee

Thanks for Listening in. Please Stay tuned!  Dave Holt, Editor and GGC VP
(above: Li Young Lee)


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