Peaceful Master

ALL WILL BE SWEETENED



                 In the holiest of climes

                 where the trees to heaven climb

                 the sweetest fall of rain

                 becomes sour juice of lime.

                 And the rainfall mercy clement

                 becomes the sour juice of lemon.

                 So did the words of peaceful

                 Master

                 become the force of

                 warmonger pastors..

                 Soon they too will be aligned

                 by the God of the astras

                 .. the God of the asters.



                 (to J Clemente)



OLIVE BRANCHES FASTENED TO SOURCE



The olive branches

offerings of peace

.. work when part

of the peace olive trees



COUNTERPOINT



Beneath the melody

of the morning birds,

Beneath the symphony

of the evening crickets

has eternally been

the sea of shrieks

of the billions of

animals butchered daily.




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