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Meditations
in an Olive Grove I
placed my mat under the branches Of
an olive tree. It was summer And
the sun cast shadows on the ground. The
birds moved like dancers over the grass Seeking
an audience. The
breeze moved the leaves slightly, Making
them sound like muffled wind chimes. Here
in the ripeness of the day, I
thought about the shadows in my soul, Seeking
peace. How
could this day be real? How
could my breath be still enough To
perform my meditation? I
sat, Buddha-like, trying to gain control Of
my mind. I
closed my eyes. The movie
playing on My
retina took my breath away. War
was there. The ugly, brutal Destruction
of life. I opened my eyes to
see Squirrels
running. A
young boy played nearby. He
tossed a Plane
into the air and watched it fall. I
saw his face, his shape, his youth, And
prayed he’d never know the sounds Of
war.
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Last Updated: 05/29/2005 |
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