for International Peace Day on 21st September 2016

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While My Guitar Gently Weeps     by The Beatles

look at you all

See the love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor

And I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don’t know how someone controlled you

They bought and so-old you

I look at the world

And I notice it’s turning

While my guitar gently weeps

(With) every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps

Yeah

I don’t know how you were diverted

You were perverted too

I don’t know how you were inverted

No-one alerted you

I look at you all

See the love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

Look at you all

Still my guitar gently wee-ee-eeps

Songwriters: George Harrison / John Lennon / Paul Mccartney

While My Guitar Gently Weeps lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, The Bicycle Music Company

Take a look at this video on YouTube of George Harrison singing this song:

https://youtu.be/ezd7fRvJgtc

Joy for the International Day of Peace September 21st 2015

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Joy

by Ann Gray

When I let the chickens out, I hurl mixed corn
in a golden arc across the frosted ground.
I know it’s junk, they shouldn’t have it, they don’t
need it, but everyone deserves joy somewhere.
I’ve been looking for something I once had and miss
and want again. I meet him in the beach café.
He has soup. I sip tea. He has over-wintered
vegetables on his allotment. I see it on his hands.
I imagine all that soil on my body. Sometimes
you know what’s bad for you, might be good.
I phone my mother every morning to start her day
– the way she knows it’s me, the way she says,
hello dear, before I’m speaking. She needs someone
to complain to. A mother is a precious thing. I know that
now I’m sure to lose her. She’s losing nouns and I have
to rummage in my brain to help her find them. I tell her
yesterday I thought I’d lost a dog and lost my voice calling.
I found her back at home, shaking, not sure if coming home
was good or bad, or neither, or both. There’s no reward
for coming home if no-one’s there, no one you love, no-one
to put out a hand, or smile to see you. My mother knows
and tries to hold me in her voice. Mothers do what they can.
Sometimes they don’t get much to work with. She knows
I’ll chase that golden arc, hoping for the joy in it.
I hope so much, hope the wine, the food, will taste
as it’s supposed to, hope that friends will stay,
their elbows on the table, The Low Anthem singing
To Ohio across the garden, where all those flowers
I fell in love with will be just a promised on their packets:
night scented stock, musk mallow, lunaria, pale phlox.
In this falling dark, when hens shuffle on their perches,
I hold my breath, listen to the sound of my loud heart.

 

 

illustration from painting by Jeanie Tomanek

Peace begins with you : International Day of Peace ~ video

This is an extraordinary video. Peace Activist and Founder of PeaceOneDay Jeremy Gilley interviews Prem Rawat.

Their conversation is deep, revealing, inspiring, and very timely. If you are interested in the topic of peace, this one’s for you.

 

lift the veil by Kabir


English version by Sushil Rao
Original Language Hindi

lift the veil
that obscures
the heart

and there
you will find
what you are
looking for