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Poems, Not Bombs.
I thought I saw the tears of tulips,
As copious as currents.
I thought I saw the thorns of roses bleeding.
I thought I saw the destructive demons,
Dropping from the sky,
Their callous laughter, echoing
At the banquets in palaces and stately homes.
The tears of the tulips flowed like golden rain,
A vain attempt to alleviate the pain;
The crushed lives of those,
Not lucky enough to embrace heaven.
The Lantern wept.
O Light, the earth is sometimes parched,
But it still remembers the sun.
So too, grant those sad souls in the abyss,
The freedom from pain and suffering,
In order to embrace Thy Love.
Come, my prickly thorn,
Pierce the dark hearts of avarice and ego.
Let them bleed only the fragrance of the rose,
Filling the void with a pleasing aroma,
Giving back to the cosmos, to grant us Peace.
_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, 20th April, 2017.
~Awakening The Inner Light ~
A rose with thorns
"When Peace is multiplied, Truth is multiplied.
When Truth is multiplied, Love is multiplied.
When Love is multiplied, God is multiplied." -Sri Chinmoy
“Man invents war. Man discovers peace. He invents war from without. He discovers peace from within. War man throws. Peace man sows. The smile of war is the flood of human blood. The smile of peace is the love, below, above.”-Sri Chinmoy
"Victory means temporary peace,
But Peace is eternity's victory." -Sri Chinmoy