The poets are the revolution of love - not a poem
It doesn't really matter how many people are reading us, but what they feel at the end of reading us. Because sometimes one poem could change a life. I was contemplating life as useless, when the poem of a young girl caught my attention. She wanted to change the world. It was so much energy and enthusiasm that I could not help to smile thinking: sweet but how could only one person do it? That question will sit with me for a life time maybe. I can't remember the poem's nor the poet's name, only the feel that came from it. Helped me to realize that we all can do something. That each of us regardless of age, gender or status can change the world for the better or for the worst. Nothing stays as it is. By simply being alive we change things.. The poets might be the first dreamers to try for the change of the world, they should do it. Because all their being is a heart. When feeling the entire world with a heart we become so sensible that even the bending of a flower could make our heart beat different. The most peaceful people I feel to be not the monks but the poets. Maybe not all of course, we go through different stages. We focus first only inside, being a bit selfish but eventually we connect to own soul and from there with the outside world. And then wow! What an amazing view when you look at things with your soul! Everything is dressed in orange or in pink, even if beneath are awful things. It is merely a soul's reason of being to know how to forgive and find some reason to smile, for right about anything. But the poets also have one duty. To follow the changes to tell them truthful, and to raise consciousness and awareness at a higher level.
To start the revolution? Or to dream about a peaceful future? The poets are the first to wonder of how long the people can resist being fed up with so much violence and careless lies and greed? The system that is supposed to make the world thrive is failing everyday. Time for the people of the entire world to realize that money cannot control us. How can we sit and watch how earth is being killed? Please go to that link and read. Local sea.. Local fisherman... In a short time we may take our mind away from eating any kind of food, as everything is connected. Only we humans, stubbornly keeping disconnected...How hard and painful to imagine the grandchildren's struggle to survive if we keep waiting for others to rule our lives. What can I do for the pink color to be seen by future generation? What can you do for your grand or grandgrand child to be able to dance in an orange light?
Let us dear friends search for connections. Connect to each other and than to everything. Through words of love let's find a way to live in peace with all life forms. Let's try to not to further destroy but save our water, soil or air.
Keep your pen flowing dear poets! Write and create peacefully to inspire others just as that poem of a young girl.
Peace, Love And Smiles,
*The link is old news now, but the harm is still there and it will be there for who knows how long...
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