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The Pacifist

23 Feb

There, in the forest without trees,

I see only the moon.

What shall I become without my beloved

Trees?

 

They entranced me.

I shall become a blade of grass

and seek its lover,

The sun.

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Posted by on February 23, 2012 in Pine Cone Diaries, poems, Poetry, war, Zen

 

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9 responses to “The Pacifist

  1. kez

    February 24, 2012 at 6:45 pm

    Beautiful ….and yes we need the trees ….the moon and sun and the grass …man wants it all and for free ! thank you for sharing x x x

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  2. Yajnaa

    February 25, 2012 at 3:08 am

    the second verse is unconventionally nice.

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    • ZQ

      February 25, 2012 at 8:29 pm

      Thank you Yjnaa

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  3. Jennifaye

    February 25, 2012 at 6:51 am

    Brilliant! A blad of grass and its lover, the Sun! Made me smile 🙂

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    • ZQ

      February 25, 2012 at 8:30 pm

      your smile is an excellent comment. Thanks

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  4. Brindle

    February 26, 2012 at 1:20 pm

    We do need trees and the way you wrote would definitely inspire everyone…:):)

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    • ZQ

      February 26, 2012 at 8:21 pm

      Yes, and less we forget, we are akin to those trees…
      Thank you for welcomed visit.

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  5. blitzken

    March 9, 2012 at 7:41 pm

    “The forest without trees”
    That line will stay with me.
    I love trees. I have a celtic tree of life tattooed on each of my forearms. (my only tattoos).

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2012 at 7:54 pm

      Cool…and thank you for your comment.

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