“Sitting in Active Silence”, Mark Tulin — International Human Rights Art Festival
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I meditated with eyes closed
in a small, narrow bedroom
with a rotating fan
that circulated hot air
I knelt on a cracked, linoleum floor
with paint chips
on the windowsill
In my humble voice,
I asked for peace,
for the safety
of suffering children,
a worldwide transformation,
a new alignment,
a government which embraced compassion,
not just a word in Webster’s
dictionary….
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Sadly haunting verse, nicely written my friend.
Thanks. 🙂
Words of hope and enlightenment!
That’s it. And I’ll throw in peace for good measure. 🙂
I am wishing for the very same, my friend. 🕊
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The fan that circulated hot air took me to the scene in Apocalypse Now. No peace there. This is a haunting poem Mark. Good work.
Thank you, Anne. I have to watch that movie again to see that scene. 🙂
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Powerful words that needed to be said.
Thank you, Liz.
You’re welcome, Mark.
All I can say is…oooh!
Well, that explains everything. 🙂
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