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The voices of poets from every corner of our world. The main aim was to show how much we have in common at the same time as our leaders seem to be showing us how little we have in common as humanity. This anthology offers hope, healing and a source for sparks of compassion. Within it poetry by Rita Dove, John Kinsella, Rayn Roberts, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Mohammad Bennis, Dalai Lama and 100 other poets from 24 countries.
span class="style1"> strong>Never Give Up/strong>
Never give up
No matter what is going on
Never give up
Develop the heart
Too much energy in your country
Is spent developing the mind
Instead of the heart
Develop the heart
Be compassionate
Not just to your friends
But with everyone
Be compassionate
Work for peace
In your heart
And in the world
Work for peace
And I say again
Never give up
No matter what is going on around you
Never give up
strong>Message by H | |  | | The World Healing Book
A gathering of writers, artists & spiritual leaders from around the world.
span class="style1">center> strong>For The Victims Of September 11, 2001/strong>
beneath the rubble and debris
down the shafts of steel and concrete
far from autos yet abandoned
past grey clouds of soot and dust
below the boots of feet still shuffling
crushed against the tumbled walls
only God can hear the moaning
see the souls drift to the light
someone calls out to an old friend
but the old friend can't reply
and the day grows old to nightfall
all the weary trudge on home
but down beneath the broken sidewalk
in the darkness of | |  | | Wake Up
Limited edition of 100 numbered copies, each one has a handwritten message and a little surprice, hidden somewhere between the pages. A4 format. No two books are the same and Birgitta makes each book with the person getting it in mind. The book contains 53 poems and 9 artworks in full color.
Bone Day/b>
That day,
when your death became reality,
touchable like my very own flesh.
That day,
the sky wept.
The sorrow of five long years,
came bursting out,
hitting me,
again and again.
What was this sorrow,
my own solitude,
my own sense of loss?
Can't avoid,
the terror,
the fear.
I embrace it,
love it,
at the peak,
of the emotion.
The day they found you,
I dressed in white,
my black tears,
rolling down,
grapes.
Until transparent.
I knew by then,
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