Cake or Death?

Hatred driven people - do us, the people who choose love over hate, peace over war - do we deserve to breathe the same air as you? Do we deserve to live on the same planet as you? Do we have the right to see the beauty in others? Do we have the right to cry when we see the innocents suffering (which you detest because of your irrational and abstract hatred)? Where you see abstractions, we see faces and names! Where you see monsters we see children and parents! Think that you are also ruining the world we long for!

Today on Peace - Deep Peace, by Donovan

Deep Peace

Deep peace of the running wave to you Deep peace of the flowing air to you Deep peace of the quiet earth to you Deep peace deep peace Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you Deep peace of the wandering wind to you Deep peace of the flock of stars to you Deep peace deep peace Deep peace of the eastern wind to you Deep peace of the westeren wind to you Deep peace of the northern wind to you Blue wind of the south to you Pure red of the whirling flame to you Pure white of the silver moon to you Pure green of the emerald grass to you Deep peace deep peace

Imagine a world... (Tasavor Kon, by Sivash Ghomayshi)

Tasavor kon age hata tasavor kardanesh sakhte 

Imagine, even if it is hard to imagine

jahani ke har ensani tu un khoshbakhte khoshbakhte

A world in which everyone is blessed with prosperity.

jahani ke tu un pul o nejad o ghodrat arzesh nist 

Imagine a world in which money, race and power are meaningless. 

javabe ham sedaii ha police zede shooresh nist 

The answer to agreements is not the headbanging of riot police 

na bombe hasteii dare na bomb afkan na khompare 

There is no longer war, there are no more bombs, 

dige hich bacheii pasho roye min ja nemizare 

No child would leave their feet on a mine 

hame azade azdan hame bi darde bi dardan 

Everyone is free, everybody is healthy and wealthy. 

tu roozname nemikhooni nahanga khodkoshi kardan

The mass suicide of whales is no longer in the newspaper. 

jahani ro tasavor kon bedoone nefrat o gharoot 

Imagine a world without hate 

bedoon zolme khodkame bedoone vahshat o taghoot 

without cruelty, without fright 

jahani ro tasavor kon por az labkhand o azadi 

Imagine a world full of laughter, full of freedom 
labalab az gol o boose por az tekrar e abadi

Full of flowers, full of kisses in continious flourish 

Tasavor kon age hata tasavor kardanesh jorme 

Imagine it even if it is illegal to Imagine 

age ba bordane esmesh galoo por mishe az sorme 

Even just by speaking it your mouth becomes dusty 

tasavor kon jahani ro ke toosh zendan ye afsan ast 

Imagine a world in which prison is a myth 

tamame jangaye donya shodan mashmoole atash bas 

Every war in the world is sentenced to stop. 

kasi aghaye alam nist barabar ba haman mardom 

There is no man controlling the world, all people are equal 

dige sahme har ensan e tane har doone ye gandom 

Everyone has a fair share, even of wheat 

bedoon e marz o mahdoode vatan yani hame donya 

Without boundary and border , country means all over the world.

Tasavor kon to mitooni beshi tabire in roya

Imagine that you can be the interpretation of this dream

Courtasy of my friend Aram

Today on Peace - Anne Bronte

Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace

- by Anne Bronte -

Why should such gloomy silence reign;

And why is all the house so drear,

When neither danger, sickness, pain,

Nor death, nor want have entered here? 

We are as many as we were

That other night, when all were gay,

And full of hope, and free from care;

Yet, is there something gone away.

The moon without as pure and calm

Is shining as that night she shone;

but now, to us she brings no balm,

For something from our hearts is gone. 

Something whose absence leaves a void,

A cheerless want in every heart.

Each feels the bliss of all destroyed

And mourns the change - but each apart.

The fire is burning in the grate

As redly as it used to burn,

But still the hearth is desolate

Till Mirth and Love with Peace return.

'Twas Peace that flowed from heart to heart

With looks and smiles that spoke of Heaven,

And gave us language to impart

The blissful thoughts itself had given.

Sweet child of Heaven, and joy of earth!

O, when will Man thy value learn?

We rudely drove thee from our hearth,

And vainly sigh for thy return.

Peace, by Swami Vivekananda

Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,
And grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal life unlived,
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,
But that which is between,
It is not noght nor morrow,
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music;
And pause in sacred art;
The silence between speaking;
Between two fits of passion --
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen,
And love that stands alone,
It is song that lives un-sung,
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives,
And lull between two storms,
The void whence rose creation,
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes,
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life,
And Peace -- its only home!

From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900
Composed at Ridgely Manor, New York, 1899.