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                      We offer this website as 
                      a forum in which to share your healing insights and creations. 
                      Whether it be through art, writings, poetry, a song or a 
                      picture, we welcome the privilege to support your healing. 
                      Your personal expression helps bind our inner and collective 
                      hearts together. 
                      Please go to this page 
                      to send in what you would like to add to these forum pages. 
                       
                      Thank you to all who have written for helping us remember 
                      we are a part of "One Universe".  
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                     I 
                      would like to share this poem with The Healing Bridge, although 
                      I acknowledge that the yearning for peace is genderless. 
                      The poem simply sprang forth as a result of a woman's group 
                      that I'm involved in; hence, the voices of women. But 
                      we can all drink peace. 
                      Let's 
                      start a new type of holy cycle. 
                      Love and Peace, 
                      Virginia 
                        
                      Read the poem... 
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                     PRAY 
                      FOR PEACE  Ellen Bass 
                    Pray 
                      to whoever you kneel down to:  
                      Jesus nailed to his wooden or marble or plastic cross,  
                      his suffering face bent to kiss you;  
                      Buddha still under the Bo tree in scorching heat,  
                      Yahweh, Allah, raise your arms to Mary  
                      that she may lay her palm on our brows,  
                      to Shekinhah, Queen of Heaven and Earth,  
                      to Inanna in her stripped descent... 
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                        WHEN SOMEONE 
                        DEEPLY LISTENS TO YOU  
                     
                    
                      
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                           When 
                            someone deeply listens to you 
                            it is like holding out a dented cup 
                            you've had since childhood 
                            and watching it fill up with 
                            cold, fresh water. 
                            When it balances on top of the brim, 
                            you are understood. 
                            When it overflows and touches your skin, 
                            you are loved.  
                          When 
                            someone deeply listens to you 
                            the room where you stay 
                            starts a new life 
                            and the place where you wrote 
                            your first poem 
                            begins to glow in your mind's eye. 
                            It is as if gold has been discovered! 
                             
                            When someone deeply listens to you 
                            your bare feet are on the earth 
                            and a beloved land that seemed distant 
                            is now at home within you. 
                          JOHN 
                            FOX 
                             
                            /www.poeticmedicine.com 
                             
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                     Humans 
                      are divided  
                      into different  
                      clans and tribes, 
                      and belong to  
                      countries and towns.  
                      But I find myself  
                      a stranger to 
                      all communities 
                      and belong to  
                      no settlement.  
                      The universe is  
                      my country  
                      and the human family  
                      Is my tribe.  
                    ANON 
                      Contributed by Hector Gomez 
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                      Exercise 
                      has been a cornerstone of my physical, mental, and spiritual 
                      health for many years now. 
                    Having 
                      suffered from chronic depression since childhood, it was 
                      a miracle to me when in my early 20s I was able to 
                      discipline myself to run. Since 
                      that point, I learned a number of important lessons that 
                      have stayed with me on this 20-year life journey...   
                      Read 
                      more...  
                    MARIE 
                      HOPE 
                       
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                     One 
                      world, many voices 
                      One universe, many experiences 
                      Share with me yourself 
                      Touch me with your heart 
                      Feel for a moment a common universe 
                      Take longer than a moment to reflect, and know, we are all 
                      one 
                      Your anger is in me, I may hide it 
                      Your pain is in me, I may bury it 
                      Your sorrow is in me, I may withdraw from it 
                      Help me to see the world from your perspective 
                      Help me to expand my point of view 
                      Don't let me look away when the pain I touch in you touches 
                      the pain in me 
                      I am here. I am witness that you exist. 
                      I witness that your life has value and meaning. 
                      We are all witness to each other's soul. 
                      We are not good or bad, we are alive. 
                      Let us find a way to allow every being to live. 
                      One universe.  
                    KALLIE 
                      KENDLE 
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                      Try to praise the mutilated world.  
                      Remember June's long days, 
                      and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. 
                      The nettles that methodically overgrow 
                      the abandoned homesteads of exiles. 
                      You must praise the mutilated world.  
                      You watched the stylish yachts and ships; 
                      one of them had a long trip ahead of it, 
                      while salty oblivion awaited others. 
                      You've seen the refugees heading nowhere, 
                      you've heard the executioners sing joyfully. 
                      You should praise the mutilated world. 
                      Remember the moments when we were together  
                      in a white room and the curtain fluttered. 
                      Return in thought to the concert where music flared. 
                      You gathered acorns in the park in autumn  
                      and leaves eddied over the earth's scars. 
                      Praise the mutilated world 
                      and the gray feather a thrush lost, 
                      and the gentle light that strays and vanishes 
                      and returns 
                    By 
                      Adam Zagajewski (Translated, from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh). 
                       
                      Published in "The New Yorker" Magazine, September 
                      26, 2001 
                      Contributed 
                      to The Healing Bridge by Elizabeth. 
                       
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                     What 
                      if religion was each other?  
                      If our practice was our life?  
                      If prayer was our words?  
                      What if the Temple was the Earth? 
                      If forests were our church?  
                      If holy water the rivers, lakes and oceans?  
                      What if meditation was our relationships?  
                      If the Teacher was life?  
                      If wisdom was self-knowledge?  
                      If Love was the center of our being  
                      What if God was oneself, and all? 
                    Ganga 
                      White, 1998 Santa Barbara All Rights Reserved Written at 
                      The Rainforest Benefit, NYC April 1998. 
                      Contributed by SUSAN BLAIR BREW 
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