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the bud of blossoming peace means to listen to the palpitations of the earth's heart.

  international peace agreement

during international evangilistical peace week my thoughts were crowned with the thistle down of my imagination descending softly over my mental existence over my mental agitation defining public spirited peace with relative ease and economy of one word listen light years into the future and light years into the now

listen to the palpitation of the earth's heart feel the earth's pulse and press your finger down and make a ring around the earth.

and listen to just one person's nighttime sigh listen to the gentle spring wind write tales of love across the cheek of the meek and the abandoned listen to the raging hurricane of words and deeds of false worlds listen to the unequal heating of the continents listen to the beauty of  the muted mother of pearl listen to the prevailing winds of the neighborhood slums listen to the music of the autumn wind that plays with the flamboyant leaves of autumn like the journal of the dead pages of our lives listen to the plausible trade winds listen to the juice run from the purple plum sliced in two listen to the periodic winds of sin and irrational glory listen to the sacred text of the melancholy mastermindful monsoon winds listen to the polar easterlies frosted with the rage of modern warfare listen to the earth's heat engine stoked by the insensible seraphim listen to the devoted demons transforming chalcedony into precious gems through the translucent night light listen to make peace

When I wrote this verse I was thinking of the suffering and injustice of people that aren't understood and overlooked in their agony because no one will stop to really listen and therefore feel and understand  their pain .I was thinking of the psychological tool of listening where all becomes understandable but ihat doesn't mean you have to lose your grip on morality.

© Madeleine Schiller

         

starfire

a recent mad nobel prize winning physicist tells me that the orbits of our atoms extend thousands of light years into space and I believe him with all my heart and mind

therefore I've spent pale yellow mornings on Saturn's rings Ive skimmed the ice crust of the Jovian moon and the northern lights bring me delerious delights and the constellation libra shapes my backbone so I move into an undocumented zone that leaves me prone to all kinds of verbal battle fatigue but its worth it you know to become a crusader for the stars.

therefore I must know the universe of you I travel the infinitismal design of your mind

I unfold into your lotusI am the alpha and the omega I have seven glorious early morning stars and I give you one to illuminate your dreams with starfire.

© Madeleine Schiller