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Friday, June 8, 2012

Beijing 1989: I Am Full of Peace, I Create My Own Truth

Beijing vivid
wonderful city full of life -
on streets, in houses,
canals, trees, hills,
horses and carts.

Only the fired coal,
from stoves cooking dinner,
and the enlightened songs,
from birds,
ever crowd the city at dusk.

Sunrises are slow,
lazy with haze and smoke
from mid night dampness.
The early dew,
my faithful companion
escorts me to watch the day unfold.

Vendors set up a convoy
of street side market stalls
and cry encouragement -
to older men and women
who take morning exercise.

Early enough to remain safe
from the army of bicycles
ridden by dare devil youth,
emerging energized and seeking solace
from their previous night’s sleep,

The daily task of peacemaking.
The nightly storm of creating peace.

In Dawn’s near beginning
mist creeps in to erase
the topical habits
of the last active people -
most recently awakened
from the game of death
and life.

I gain a slight understanding
to the spirits
patrolling the heart of the city -
as I take the first watch
of the first active citizens
wandering the edges
around the gates of heavenly peace.

Nothing to lose
and everything to gain
by strolling the parameters of integrity,
and exploring the character of the neighborhood.

The nightly storm of creating peace.
The daily task of peacemaking.

I touch our creature comforts
and gain essence
to understand our hearts
within this city of walled thoughts
forbidden
waiting
to be
forgiven.

No thing and every thing is bidden with faith
and liberated in one deep united breath of fate.

I spend brief quiet moments
stirring the vulnerable psyche
within my emotions -
defenseless while they are waking.

My at-risk thoughts
are short lived here in the open,
my feelings involve
dare devil skills to execute
and a great deal of energy
to narrow the focus
of my minds eye’s attention.

I am surrounded by my own senses
and I expect imminent consumption –
not only from the noisy hoards of tasks
mastering my day,
but the psychic warfare
shattering my mind.

The daily task of peacemaking.
The nightly storm of creating peace.

I meditate and pray to be free and clear –
that the events which disrupt my reason
will free up what is trapped
unconscious in my space.
Grateful to be clear within mySelf
ready for new development,
and welcoming increased growth.

I am free within my Self to choose.
I choose love, I choose expansion.
I create peace full harmony.
I am alive within my Self.
I am full of peace creating my bliss of truth.

The nightly storm of creating peace.
The daily task of peacemaking.

Living life to my fullest
is as simple as being
Self power full,
even when I feel my Self
less than full
of my own power.

I am free within my Self to choose.
I choose love, I choose expansion.
I create peace full harmony.
I am alive within my Self.
I am full of peace, I create my own of truth.

~~Other People's Fingerprints ~~
During the Zhou Dynasty, Laozi (Li Er 李耳)wrote,
"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe"


Shaoshi Mountain, China 1992
by Karin Lisa Atkinson

"Life is a shower 
that purifies the body, 
so it can host the experience 
of the presence of a Soul."
Poem by Karin Lisa Atkinson, June 6th, 2014