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I hope you all have had fun with the poetry game! This is what was hoped:

* the poems would sow many seeds of peace this fall and become little meditations

* bring fresh, new insights from multiple sources–Nobel laureates, poets, saints and mytics, sacred texts, regular people, and children

* no matter what the source, the message is fundamentally the same

* when the poet name is gone, the unconscious baggage that comes with it is also gone; the words are perhaps read with greater clarity without the veil of internal baggage and the attention is on the poem instead

* perhaps the game allows us to see the extent of rigidity and conditioning of our thinking mind; would we normally attribute certain words, expressions to a particular culture because of our conditioned preconceptions

* finally, perhaps try to hear, listen to what the other is saying instead of hearing what we want to hear, and hearing our own internal chatter

The game has been enjoyed in our home–my husband loves poetry, loves games and puzzles, and matched everything perfectly. He enthusiastically suggested poets I had never heard of, for which I am grateful. My boys loved the poems, what they conveyed, and found it impossible to match the poets to the poems. Their younger minds are open and relatively unconditioned.

Any winners and losers? I don’t think so. The point was to learn about ourselves, bring new insights, cultivate peace. The source was irrelevant, the message was not.

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This week, I have posted all the five poems here in one post instead of posting a poem each day. The titles and authors/poets are also given all jumbled up. The answers are at the end of this post.

Poem 1

Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart.
Without knowing it, from various ills–
A bird and a tree say to him:Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.

Authors Titles
How Could a Lover Fall Derek Walcutt
Buddhist Sutra Tukaram
Jewish Mystics Czeslaw Milosz
Love Sutra Nipata
Love After Love Maggid of Mezeritch

Poem 2

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Authors Titles
How Could a Lover Fall Derek Walcutt
Buddhist Sutra Tukaram
Jewish Mystics Czeslaw Milosz
Love Sutra Nipata
Love After Love Maggid of Mezeritch

Poem 3

Think of yourself as nothing,
And totally forget yourself when you pray.
Only have in mind that you are praying for the Divine Prescence
You can then enter the Universe of Thought,
A state that is beyond time.
Everything in this realm is the same, life and death, land and sea…
But in order to enter the Universe of Thought where all is the same,
you must relinquish your ego, and forget all your troubles

Authors Titles
How Could a Lover Fall Derek Walcutt
Buddhist Sutra Tukaram
Jewish Mystics Czeslaw Milosz
Love Sutra Nipata
Love After Love Maggid of Mezeritch

Poem 4

What could have caused your grip to weaken
that allowed creation to be?

How could a lover fall to his death
from the arms of infinite
strength?

How active you are in the mind sustaining such a great wall
that the sun can cast a frightening shadow
the world believes.

No one has ever really known sadness. No real God
would ever allow pain.

How then can a heart feel it is broken and in need
If we are held in the arms of infinite
compassion and
strength?

The mirror you (God) stand before –
we need to gaze into it also.

That name you called Beloved
as I fell from your lips –
I suffer

 because I did not quite
hear it;

so tell me again dear One
so clear:

I am
you.

Authors Titles
How Could a Lover Fall Derek Walcutt
Buddhist Sutra Tukaram
Jewish Mystics Czeslaw Milosz
Love Sutra Nipata
Love After Love Maggid of Mezeritch

Poem 5

as a flower blown out by the wind
goes to rest and cannot be defined
so the wise man freed from individuality
goes to rest and cannot be defined.
gone beyond all images-
gone beyond the power of words

Authors Titles
How Could a Lover Fall Derek Walcutt
Buddhist Sutra Tukaram
Jewish Mystics Czeslaw Milosz
Love Sutra Nipata
Love After Love Maggid of Mezeritch

Answers

Poem 1  Love by Czeslaw Milosz (poet, Nobel Prize for Literature 1980)

Source: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/czeslaw_milosz/poems/15379

Poem 2  Love After Love by Derek Walcutt (poet, Nobel Prize for Literature 1992)

Source: http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/derek_walcott/poems/11250

Poem 3  Jewish Mystics/Maggid of Mezeritch

Source: http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/jewish/think_nothing/

Poem 4  How Could a Lover Fall by Tukaram (Indian mystic and saint)

Source: http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/india/tukuram/

Poem 5  Buddhist Sutra from Sutra Nipata

Source: http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/buddhist/

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All the five poems for the poetry game are here along with jumbled up titles and authors. Match the poems to titles and authors. The title match is expected to be easy. It will be interesting to see how the authors are matched. The answers are at the end of this post. Your feedback and comments will be equally interesting.

Day 1

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You can never see your own face,
only a reflection, not the face itself.

So you sigh in front of mirrors
and cloud the surface.

It’s better to keep your breath cold.
Hold it, like a diver does in the ocean.
One slight movement, the mirror-image goes.

Don’t be dead or asleep or awake.
Don’t be anything.

What you most want,
what you travel around wishing to find,
lose yourself as lovers lose themselves,
and you’ll be that.

Titles                                                                              Author
1. Peace                                                                           1. Meister Eckhart
2. Bliss                                                                             2. Attar
3. The Hope of Loving                                              3. Ramana Maharishi
4. Looking for Your Own Face                              4.  David Gould
5. No Room for Hate                                                 5.  School Children

Day 2

From peace we come and to peace we go,
meanwhile peace is something we don’t know.

The condition of the heart can alter the perspective of a person.
The condition of the hearts of a nation can alter
the state of mankind–PEACE.

Peace without
Comes, from peace within.

Titles                                                                              Author
1. Peace                                                                           1. Meister Eckhart
2. Bliss                                                                             2. Attar
3. The Hope of Loving                                              3. Ramana Maharishi
4. Looking for Your Own Face                              4.  David Gould
5. No Room for Hate                                                 5.  School Children

Day 3

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

Titles                                                                              Author
1. Peace                                                                           1. Meister Eckhart
2. Bliss                                                                             2. Attar
3. The Hope of Loving                                              3. Ramana Maharishi
4. Looking for Your Own Face                              4.  David Gould
5. No Room for Hate                                                 5.  School Children

Day 4

Bliss is not something to be got.
On the other hand you are always Bliss.
This desire [for Bliss] is born of the sense of incompleteness.
To whom is this sense of incompleteness?
Enquire. In deep sleep you were blissful.
Now you are not so.
What has interposed between that Bliss and this non-bliss?
It is the ego.
Seek its source and find you are Bliss.

Titles                                                                              Author
1. Peace                                                                           1. Meister Eckhart
2. Bliss                                                                             2. Attar
3. The Hope of Loving                                              3. Ramana Maharishi
4. Looking for Your Own Face                              4.  David Gould
5. No Room for Hate                                                 5.  School Children

Day 5

There is no room within my heart
for revenge, fire or hate
there is no room within my mind
for any thoughts like these.

I cannot find the words to say
just how it is I feel
but I know from deepest hurt
I must forgiveness find.

The hurt that’s been done to us
cuts sore like a knife
but we must not repay in kind
what has been done to us.

Instead we must try and find
the way that is so hard,
and reach out our loving hands
to find some friendship now.

There can be no more healing thing
than opening wide our eyes
and seeing that most other folk
are really just like us.

Titles                                                                              Author
1. Peace                                                                           1. Meister Eckhart
2. Bliss                                                                             2. Attar
3. The Hope of Loving                                              3. Ramana Maharishi
4. Looking for Your Own Face                              4.  David Gould
5. No Room for Hate                                                 5.  School Children

Answers:

Day 1   Looking for Your Own Face by Attar (a Persian Sufi poet)

Source: www.poetseers.org

Day 2   Peace poems by School Children

1st poem Oakdale High School, Riversdale, South Africa

2nd poem Walnut Ridge Middle School Library, Walnut Ridge, AR, US

3rd poem Glenala State High School, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

Source: www.un.org/cyberschoolbus/peaceday/poem.asp

Day 3  The Hope of Loving by Meister Eckhart (a German Christian mystic)

Source: www.poetseers.org

Day 4 Bliss byRamana Maharishi (Indian spiritual sage and mystic)

Source: www.poetseers.org

Day 5 No Room for Hate by David Gould (parent who lost a daughter in London

bombings, July 2005)

Source: www.worldpeace.org.au/poems.asp

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Poetry Game Day 5

There is no room within my heart
for revenge, fire or hate
there is no room within my mind
for any thoughts like these.

I cannot find the words to say
just how it is I feel
but I know from deepest hurt
I must forgiveness find.

The hurt that’s been done to us
cuts sore like a knife
but we must not repay in kind
what has been done to us.

Instead we must try and find
the way that is so hard,
and reach out our loving hands
to find some friendship now.

There can be no more healing thing
than opening wide our eyes
and seeing that most other folk
are really just like us.

Poem titles and authors to match this week’s poems will be in the post tomorrow!

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Poetry Game Day 4

Bliss is not something to be got.
On the other hand you are always Bliss.
This desire [for Bliss] is born of the sense of incompleteness.
To whom is this sense of incompleteness?
Enquire. In deep sleep you were blissful.
Now you are not so.
What has interposed between that Bliss and this non-bliss?
It is the ego.
Seek its source and find you are Bliss.

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Peace Poetry Game Day 3

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

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As these are very short, I have three tiny poems.

From peace we come and to peace we go,
meanwhile peace is something we don’t know.

The condition of the heart can alter the perspective of a person
The condition of the hearts of a nation can alter
the state of mankind–PEACE

Peace without
Comes, from peace within.

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