Being Peace by Thich Nhat Hanh
Life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders, like the blue sky, the sunshine, the eyes of a baby. To suffer is not enough. We must also be in touch with the wonders of life. They are within us all around us, everywhere, any time.
If we are not happy, if we are not peaceful, we cannot share peace and happiness with others, even those we love, those who live under the same roof. If we are peaceful, if we are happy, we can smile and blossom like a flower, and everyone in our family, our entire society, will benefit from our peace. Do we need to make a special effort to enjoy the beauty of the blue sky? Do we have to practice to be able to enjoy it? No, we just enjoy it. Each second, each minute of our lives can be like this. Wherever we are, any time, we have the capacity to enjoy the sunshine, the presence of each other, even the sensation of our breathing. We don't need to go to China to enjoy the blue sky. We don't have to travel into the future to enjoy our breathing. We can be in touch with these things right now. It would be a pity if we are only aware of suffering.
My Gathering Family- be in touch with the wonders of life; we must know what Peace and Love can look like in order to obtain it.
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By: Curly X
This poem is dedicated to Oscar Grant and the other Oscar Grant’s
Bullets piercing the bodies of my people,
I thought the constitution said we are all equal.
Puppets in this world voicing our sad stories,
Eyeballs filled with sanction killings by police sissies.
When will the shooting stop from the hired guns,
Good men die while marksmen freely run.
Mothers hanging on to the last breath of there child,
Minutes go by and she grows more, wild.
Murders are banging Her heart to death,
Riots seem old, it outgrows the poor, and defiles.
Bigots were crushed by the hands of peaceful men,
Cries didn’t come from guns, but from there mouth and pen.
Lead an army of soldiers with guns and rocks, and we will be crushed,
Because violence begets violence, when we are rushed.
Heal our broken hearts with sage and gospel song,
The real ordeal is to fix the pain of wrong.
Forgive and forget, seems to far fetch,
But I promise, you,
Brother Killing Brother, Sister Killing Sister,
Others shooting others to enact revenge,
Its like rhyme with no reason, it doesn’t end.
I want to thank Paradise, for being my inspiration. I hope that our words reach Oakland, and we can be there for them, and heal, organize, and do things the right way. Because you and I know, riots are what the oppressor wants. It gives them a reason to oppress. Destroy the violence, and they have no tools against us.
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mad love,
ori
This is Jaron it was good seeing you the other day on the bart. I hope that all is well with you and the fam. Peace
Jaron
Hope things are well with you and your familia! Things are going well here. I have been busy moving so that has been a blessing (tough though). Te cuidas!
Peace and Love,
JP
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