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Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
My breathing slows
my mind is stilled
my spirit rises
Falun Gong

The evening weeps
in empathy
an evil steals
echoes of souls

As One we join
our sanctity
in supplication
to Divine

As more among us
simply vanish
Disappeared
without a trace
Falun Gong is a meditative practice drawing on the ancient, complementary practices of Buddhism and Qi Gong.  

Beginning on 20 July 1999, the People's Republic of China began a program to eradicate Falun Gong and those practicing it, using primarily the methods of defamation, kidnapping, imprisonment, internment, torture and ****** to achieve their objective.  Literally millions of people have been targeted.  

This poem, which I wrote on 6/7 August 2014, was my response to learning of the ongoing murders of peaceful Falun Gong practitioners.

You can learn more, and possibly help, by checking out the website of the Friends of Falun Gong, here:

http://fofg.org/
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Seeking the words with which to convey
all of things that I've wanted to say
high on a mountain or out on the beach
wrestling as they remain just out of reach
Another lost poem found, this one written on 18 January 2013.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Fleas, ticks and chiggers
the bane of a rural life
animals suffer
The fourth of four Haiku written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
A dying romance
given love and care blossoms
love is rekindled
The third of four Haiku written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Thoughtful inquiry
beginning the journey of
imagination
The second of four Haiku written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
New Technology
seldom the panacea
its users had wished
Written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
My newest buddy
baby goat Vortex
climbs my leg and
wants to be scratched

His brother Hope
bewildered
is seemingly convinced
that I will eat him where he stands

I tell them often
I love you both
and if it's up to me
you will both die here
of ripe old age
Vortex and Hope were born in our barn on 20 September, or the night before, and greeted me that morning as I came to let them out of their stall for the day.

Vortex was named for a swirl marking on his forehead, and another of his side, as well as his tendency to be a constant whirlwind of activity.  He is also the dominant brother and afraid of nothing.

Hope is much calmer and quieter in general, and much less trusting of me, although  he is beginning to allow me to pet him from time to time.  But usually he runs like wildfire.  I'm having a ball with them both.  Kids.  ;-)
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