51 However, to be and become worthy "Responsible Earth Citizen", a man needs to apply the universally benevolent logic and reason of Cosmic Logos embodied within the Neocortical Human Brain for transcending his selfish, narcissistic and hedonistic logic and reason of endless justifications of personal conduct and convenience. The cultivation of the universally benevolent logic and reason of Cosmic Logos, for the all inclusive unconditional universal welfare of one and all upon earth, is the evolutionary mandate to humanity required for a man to evolve from the overly self centered self consciousness of the Homo Sapiens into the altruistic ethically enlightened human consciousness of a Homo Ethicus. Nevertheless, it is not a tall order to ask a man to be and become charitable and altruistic, knowing that he is indeed made into an altruistic Organism by the evolutionary process which took millions of years of working diligently and determinately for the Life Principle to evolve and reach to this altruistic human station. The Neuroscientific research has proved beyond any doubt that the altruistic and charitable positive thoughts empower and strengthen the "Human Immune System" which shows that a man is made as a charitable and altruistic organism, thus, frankly speaking who knows better a man than his very own "Immune System" which says that a man is indeed made into an altruistic organism ! Also, the human Immune System is the "Cosmic Wisdom Keeper" of the Unique Human ID embedded within as enshrined "Cosmic Uniqueness" of every human being. This is precisely the reason, the doctor needs to take permission from the "Immune System" of the patient before the "organ transplant", or if no permission is granted, which is usually the case, the doctors try to suppress the immune system which proves dangerous post organ transplant healing process making it a double edged sword.! Moreover, the neuroscientific research has proved without any doubt that the human immune system is empowered and strengthened by the altruistic ethical thoughts of universal goodwill and welfare. Doesn't that certainly prove that a man is made into an altruistic ethical organism upon earth as a Homo Ethicus. The Neocortical Human Brain is indeed the "High Throne of Ethical logic and Reasoning" which makes a man into a cosmic justice dispenser, cosmic lover and a cosmic well wisher. The ethics and moral values a man, society and civilization cherishes and embodies determine the well being and destiny of the said entity. In other words, ethics and moral values are essential for creating and maintaining the optimal internal and external environment required for all inclusive growing, thriving and prospering of the humanity, all other sentient beings and mother earth. Indeed, the ethics and moral values are the only panacea against chaos, conflicts and corruption, against disharmony, deceit and deception, against vengeance, vendetta and violence within and without a man, society, nations and upon earth. In nutshell, the conduct and well being of a human being, humanity and human civilization as a whole depends upon their cherished and embodied ethics and moral values. The Life Principle has worked very hard and sincerely for millions of years to evolve into a human being. The human body and brain are the best evolutionary products which have the power, potential and prowess for encompassing the whole universe as a microcosm within with the mental and emotional engagement for sharing universal empathy, care, cooperation, human solidarity, unconditional love and compassion with one and all, thus building heaven upon earth by joining heads, hearts and hands together.
52 The evolutionary mandate to humanity is to create the "Heaven Within" like the mythical "Garden of Eden" or Vrindavan of Lord Krishna - the "Garden of Unconditional Love" for one and all. After building heaven within, the humanity needs to build heaven upon earth where the children of mankind could rejoice, recreate while aspiring to be the Co-creators of the Heaven on the other celestial bodies in the universe. Man as an "Apostle of Non-violence" - The human body containing the universe within as a microcosm, is manifested upon earth without any organs of offence or defense, like thorns or horns, the flesh tearing claws or canines, thick hide or hooves, poisonous stings or spines but truly, man came to earth stark naked and bare feet without shoes or a blanket of wool to keep himself warm and cosy. Indeed, a man came to earth like a naked Gymnosophist for practicing the infinite innocence and infinite trust in God - the Creator and His Creation. Verily, a human being is made into the image of an "Apostle of Non-violence". Making of the Human Body as the Sacred Temple of Evolutionary Ethical Enlightenment - The geological elemental evolutionary process prepared the stage for appearance of life upon earth in the oceans. With the advent of sunlight processing photosynthetic cynobacteria, the molecule of Chlorophyll started cooking food for all the living beings. Later the amphibians learnt to live in water and upon earth. Before the child bearing Mammals, everyone was depositing eggs here and there without much care and concern but birds started caring for incubation of the eggs. Thereafter, there was a gradual evolution of care, concern and compassion for the new born babies which got translated into the evolutionary wisdom of making the milk as the "liquid love". The evolutionary deep empathetic wisdom of transforming the love of progeny into milk by the Mammals who were blessed with the greatest evolutionary gift of the "Mirror Neurons" which served as the foundation of empathetic "Mirror Conscience" within. This Mirror Conscience within empowered by the universal empathy made a man into a truth loving cosmic lover of life and light. This evolutionary legacy of the "Mirror Conscience" is enshrined in the "Perpetual Wisdom Tradition of ancient India" of Vedic civilization and culture. It was called as the "Mirror of Holy Soul Within" which fashioned the human body and brain into a divine human microcosm encompassing whole universe within empowered by the Cosmic Consciousness. This connecting of the human mind with the Universal Mind by the blessings of the enlightened "Cosmic Consciousness", the man acquired the freedom from the "Duality of Creation". Thereafter, the mind of man could attain the "Cosmic Vision of the Oneness" of the All where One is all and the All is One, uniting man and universe as one, Soul and Supersoul (God) as one, man and woman as one - the Ardhanarishwar Swaroopa/image of the Parbrahm, spiritual and material as one reality With the gradual learning and progressive embodiment of the evolutionary wisdom of the universally benevolent and appropriate thought, word and actions which helped the survival of living beings. The storing and preserving of this "Existential Ethical Wisdom" into the eternal memory storage of the DNA genetic endowment got finally evolved into the formation of the "Neocortical Human Brain and Human Body" as the sacred temple of "Evolutionary Ethical
53 Reasoning" by the "Mirror Conscience" for the wellbeing and welfare of one and all upon earth and in the universe. The Neocortical human brain and body is indeed the embodiment of "cosmic ethical reasoning" and the evolutionary wisdom of universal love and light which was called by the ancient Rishis of India as Rta, the Egyptians called it Maat, Christians called it Holy Logos and Islamists called it Aql. The Embodied Universal Ethics - A human being must cultivate the steadfast commitment, discipline and practice of universally benevolent logic and reason for building the "Inner Ecosystem" required to awaken, by the applied "Mirror Conscience", the genetic seeds of embodied "Evolutionary Universal Ethics" of Truth Seeking, Non-violence of thought, word and deed, Non violation of "Right to Happy Existence" of all others, Responsible Energy Consumption and Embodiment of the universally benevolent attributes and attitudes. Verily, the Evolutionary process has carried out the embodiment of the Universal Ethics and made a man Truth Seeking Organism. The evolutionary blessing of the "Mirror Conscience" of humanity eventually leads to draw a bottom line of steadfast discipline and commitment of the following "Universal Ethics" so that everyone is invited, invoked and initiated for taking the responsibility for own personal character, conduct and commitment towards inner intentions and outer social behavioral interactions. These fivefold essential "Universal Ethics" must be absolutely followed, adhered and practiced under all conditions and circumstances without any dilution, compromise and justification with the steadfast discipline. To be continued… ©® Bhagirath Choudhary
54 TAMALI NEOGI, India VARIATIONS OF GOD IN TAGORE’S GITANJALI AND STEPHEN GILL’S SINGER OF LIFE: A COMPARATIVE STUDY Tagore’s Multifaceted, Personalized Relation with his God: Gitanjali (2017)songs are expressive of the poet’s personal religious moods. An analytical study of the text not only reveals Tagore’s philosophy of God, and his attitude to nature but also the various folds of his relations with Him that in turn bring out the poetic modes of self-presentation. The varied ways in which the poet addresses his God at times shows his reverence for Radha--Krishna legends, Vedas, Bhakti tradition and even one can trace Christian religious feeling for God as “Father and Redeemer”(De, 2014). In song no. 2, we see, to Tagore, God is the inspiration behind his songs, the power of which makes the poet forget his unworthiness and because of its power only he can call God, his friend who is originally his master. In song no. 3 Tagore views God as a great musician, a skilled master but when the poet longs for singing along with God, he struggles to find his voice and feels himself to be trapped in the web of His music. In Gitanjali(2017)we find Tagore wishing for it that his art would be completely devoid of decorative or ornamental elements. As a woman is to leave aside her pride, vanity, decorations ornaments to have complete union with her lover, similarly the poet is to reject the ornate style of writing poetry so that in pure and simple essence he through such artistry can be unified with God. Not only in his writing, he wishes to be straight and simple in essence so that he can be in true service of his God, can become his flute and then he pleas to Him to fill him, the flute, with music being the ‘master poet’ of the world. In song no. 17, the poet as in Bhakti tradition, places himself in the position of the beloved waiting for God, the lover, seeking a union between them. Such is the passion of the beloved that all worldly responsibilities are disregarded and ignored by her in this spiritual longing for unification with God. The poet in the guise of a beloved waits patiently for her lover to surrender herself completely to God. Critics say: “The image of God as bridegroom and lover is common to the New Testament and Vaishnavism”( De, 2014). Song no.18 presents the poet as beloved to be uncertain whether the lover will at all come to her or not. Dark clouds have gathered and the atmosphere is gloomy and the poet being the beloved cries out to God as to why He
55 makes him waiting alone at His door. At times this uncertainty is over and the poet as beloved is sure that God, the lover, is on his way to her. We see the poet regretting, as in song no. 28, his inability to break the shackles of 'Maya' that entangles him, though he knows that the only meaning lies in Him, God, his “best friend”. The theme of conflict between his pride, worldly attachments, ego and between his fullest devotion to God is further developed in song no. 30. The poet feels ashamed to meet his master in presence of his ego. Often, as in song no. 43, as a subject he regrets that he fails to make himself ready the day God, the King, visits him, realizing that God has planted the seeds of spiritual realization in his mind. Modes of self-presentation in Gitanjali: God is to Tagore, his lover, his friend, the King, the ‘master poet’. Further study reveals some other, very special shades of the poet’s relationships with God. Tagore appears to be feeling joy in loving Him as the disciple’s life is only to give shape to His will. Tagore seems to discover the parallelism of God and the human parent as in song no. 62. Human parent becomes happy in the mirth, joy, merriment of his children and to make them happy he brings to them toys. Similarly, God’s gift to human beings, is the beautiful nature. In song no. 65, we see Tagore imagining that God has given Himself to the poet in love and fills him with His own ‘entire sweetness’ and takes delight in beholding His own creation through the eyes and senses of the poet. So the poet who earlier seems to be incapable to sing, being puzzled by the 'endless meshes of thy music'(3), is now able to find meaning of his life for being the cause of His delight. Song no. 72 presents the poet as being able to discover God as his "innermost one", his soul that awakens him to spiritual enlightenment. His senses, his feelings, and his emotions are controlled by this innermost self. At times, as in song no 77, the poet seems to be influenced by Christian tradition. He worships Him as “father” and doesn’t dare to love him as his friend or someone close to him. Here the poet appears to the author as the representative of fellow human beings who fail to understand the fact that God should not be afraid but be loved. He is the "Brother ...amongst my brothers" and is to be among whom, normally those higher in class and status don't pay attention to. This is a song where we get the meeting point of Christian view of Universal fraternity and Hindu concept of divinizing humanity. All through the collection, we hear the poet expressing a sense of humility and worthlessness being separated from God. Sometimes the poet, as in song no. 83, pleads to his God as beloved mother. Believing that suffering and repentance are the sources of soul’s purification and salvation, the poet wishes to adorn the neck of her mother with the white and pure pearls of his tears of sorrow to receive her grace. In Gitanjali, time and again we see the poet presenting himself as the slave, controlled by his master, who, as we see in song no. 89, permits him to have some leisure time which however the poet thinks is to bring his heart close to Him, leaving behind the ‘strife of the good and the evil’. God is also the ‘playmate’ of his empty days though the poet is perplexed as to what extent he will be able to utilize the ‘sudden call’ of his ‘master’ and ‘playmate’. Sometimes as in song no. 97, the poet calls Him "my own comrade". His awareness of imminent death is revealed here in the words "Now, when the playtime is over". He imagines that Death is approaching which incites the further thought in his mind that in life he has never questioned "who thou wert" but now while awaiting death, he is visited by the "sudden sight" of his lord that inspires awe in him. Thus, we see in Gitanjali(2017)Tagore presents God as his ‘friend’ (Song, 2), his ‘master’ (Song,3, 89), the ‘master poet’ (Song,7), the ‘poet’ (Song,65), his ‘love’ (Song,17, 18), his
56 ‘only friend’ and ‘best beloved’ (Song,22), his 'friend'(Song,23), his 'best 'friend'(Song,23,28), his 'lord' (Song,30,36), 'King'- (Song,43), 'host' (Song,48), 'lord of thunder' (Song,53), 'King of Kings' (Song,56), 'light'-(Song,57), his 'innermost self' (Song,72), 'lord of all worlds' (Song,76), 'Father'(Song,77), 'sun ever-glorious' (Song,80), even 'mother' at times (Song,83). Tagore presents himself here in all of these modes - as a devotee, a servant faithful to his 'master', a lover, a friend, a child, a subject to the 'King', and as one artist dependent on his patron, "master poet", seeking support for his fulfilment,. Nature to Tagore: The poet accepts that God is everywhere in his creation. Nature is the outward manifestation of God. Nature to the poet appears as an embodiment of God, as a fragment of God. If one surrenders oneself to His creation, one will feel the presence of Him by him/her. The poet imagines beautiful play of colours in nature at different hours of the day, natural objects, natural happenings everything to be either as a body part or as decorative jewelleries of God whose all-pervasive presence in nature are not only beautiful but also, at times, terrible to think of and behold. In Gitanjali(2017)song no. 53 the poet says: "Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset". In song no. 57, Tagore feels God to be lovingly present in 'light'. Again in song no. 68 Tagore says: "With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast that mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues everchanging". Amit Chaudhuri, appropriately finds the influence of Upanishads on Tagore. In Tagore's work he sees the traces of the "turning away from polytheistic Hinduism...towards a God who is Nirakar or without form, and invisible, but whose presence can be felt in his works, let's say, if his works are the universe." In Tagore's work, says Chaudhuri: "the sense of the sacred in the emergence of this new world remains, so that he's giving particular significance to certain aspects of the world. Light is given great significance in Tagore's work. So is space, that is, the window. Everyday aspects of the world are suddenly being looked at anew as if they were significant or even sacred in some way, but religion is not being mentioned. So in his work, Tagore presents a world predicted or presaged by the Brahmo Samaj's view, borrowing from the Upanishads, that God is perhaps present in his works...” (www.asymptotejournal,com). As says the critic: “Tagore deeply visualizes God through the beauties of nature. In the flowers, in the green grass, in the play of colours on the clouds, in the murmuring music of the running water”(Manjula, 2018: 6). Essence of Singer of Life-The Singer of Life(2021) comprises 70sonnets. In a world striven by conflicts, this collection of Gill’s love sonnets offers a sojourn in the realm of love that connects humanity to Almighty. “The Singer of Life is a collection of his sonnets mostly soaked in love which attains a spiritual tinge and appears as his offerings to the Almighty”(Mishra, 2020:4). The collection inspires mankind to cast off their dark materialistic existence on earth and to be unified in love forgetting all differences. Subtle use of symbolism and experimentation in form mark Stephenean sonnets; while the myriad folds of meanings are unveiled we meet a poet passionately inviting all to realize God all around us by embracing the path of love, truth, beauty and peace. To be continued… ©® Tamali Neogi
57 TESLA’S LEGACY
58 MY PLNET, MY CHOICE Who knocked first and left the Box of visions on the threshold of this dreaming? Was the Word contemplating Sound and Light first? Thanks, dear Gospel of John, for Your words, “First was the Word, and the Word was God”! I know, it is "a rapid linear motion of a particle... elastic solid and equilibrium position"... Or, "a distinctive emotional quality or, atmosphere...sensed or expressed"... An Infinite Vibration of motion and emotion, streaking weird scenes in the Diamond Ocean... Why does it appear as an electric sensation and an ecstasy of emotions from the solar plexus during the meditations? Is there only the Infinite Intelligence Sea, that, through the door of "Our" consciousness, is sending miraculous beams? So, why are we suffering in Our division on the individual journey of self-realization? Brothers and sisters, don't ignore that Beam shining inside You, calling up for awakening from this dream! THE LIGHT COMES OUT OF SOUND THE SOUND COMES OUT OF LIGHT Thanks, Nikola Tesla! ©® Zlatan Demirović ZLATAN DEMIROVIC, USA
59 ASHES… The night suffers where longing is crucified victor of destiny that devours the absence between waiting shadows in the moisture of the earth and the words of fire that no one wrote the night scatters ashes of autumn flowers writing a sacred name on the seashore seeking the waves for a last refuge from life the night splinters to be reborn full of light and pose in the eyes of the desert to plant in the sand the immense gardens of life of a wounded world that cries out to the sky for a deep calm only the night defeats the transience of time with the voice suspended in the earth that silence mysteriously keeps in his mouth in cold ashes of oblivion collected on beaches of splendour ©® Joan Josep Barcelo JOAN JOSEP BARCELO, Spain/Italy
60 THIS DAY IS ANOTHER DAY This day is another day it's a day already lived my body worn out inside it is still immature it desires this sky that has already been blue embroidered with September clouds déjà vu that hides the consuming hunger of the era when we ran in the liquid grass of the morning of the warm breath of the wind that cleans up my warm skin from the torrid sigh. When the memory of those days comes I cry and laugh like crazy all the gray I have melts away leaving room for promises of a new sky of a new wind of another me. ©® Caterina Silvia Fiore CATERINA SILVIA FIORE, Italy
61 THE EARTH AND THE WORLD They were friends as children Blood brothers They grew up together Inseparable since the beginning From the seed thrown into the ground Flowers, fruits and trees grew But later…. The pleasure of pain and the happiness of death Was imposed on them That surpassed the physical barrier Of inglorious suffering In an overwhelming constancy That subjugated them to matter And of which their essence was stolen From freedom they became hostages For a home they built a hell They invented war They despised peace They ventured into space And they were lost forever Without even saying goodbye to each other ©® Cristina Pizarro CRISTINA PIZARRO – PORTUGAL
62 TOUCH THE INFINITE Suddenly The unexpected The discovery Touch the earth A wonderful world Beauty Touch the infinite An eternal gift Pure love Touch the infinite Like silver lightning In a golden sky ©® Filippo Papa FILIPPO PAPA – ITALY Here we are finally at the very last one shore of the world; we arrive there naked by land. We will wait here for the end now that we have nothing behind us anymore; it will be our life like the eye of a blind god – life like this sea that never sinks into the abys ©® Gabriele Galloni GABRIELE GALLONI – ITALY
63 THE PLANET CONCEIVING A FEW LIES Is the devil a man who deceive someone With a little bit of truth that a big lie combined A word that is born a moment ago is lighter than a dandelion A word that is buried waits her own resurrection on the wind path A word that is missing threw herself a long ago The spring has come like investigating something, but it is not the real one. A noon that sun is blazing like midsummer Full bloom of roses take season’s false pulse As they conceive a smell of death In the heart of the planet, Swirling frenzied blood that is gang-raped, comes across straits The womb of the planet We don’t need any sonogram A chunk labeled as an embryo And a boundary of water From fish, amphibian, reptile to mammal That evolutionary seal That false package of gene Today, a gunfire bursts somewhere on the planet again I can hear the heartbeat of the planet An Embryo born today remembers the sound ©® Sungrye Han SUNGRYE HAN, South Korea
64 WORMWOOD SMELL I am very tired from the long travel, However, I came singing "homeland". Yellow waist aspired to the blue heaven, I longed for your wormwood. Loose, yellow-speckled dust, curled waves, This child of yours makes a poem out of dust. The field looks hotter than fire to my eyes, House under the ground left from homeland past. The yard is round, livestock shit around, Anyway, it seems to me to be so hot why. My mother's tea-making fire until it goes out, I am thinking without taking my eyes off the fire. The wind blows, the crimson bunch sparkles, The white kettle boils on the embers. The underground house is wormwood smells, And outside are whining the sheep members. The heat of the day goes far away, The blue sky is covered by stars. My parents drink the best Indian tea, It's like rocking inside nice cars. Life has passed quickly whatever, There is hope in the black hearth. Although my parents are gone, forever, But the smell of wormwood left in my heart. ©® Aibek Kalmaganbetov AIBEK KALMAGANBETOV, Kazakhstan
65 BREATH Breath the ink of the waves calming my breathing in her copper-colored hair. I listen the resurrection of my heart who suddenly woke up because it was shaken by your gaze. I munch on tulips hatching the first rays observing the shore at dawn while the heat of Aurora give new Spring. Long hoped for freedom ©® Anna Feriero ANNA FERIERO, Italy STRONG HINT To grow in love in an uncertain world challenging our memory pampered by caresses at the scent of mint. ©® Barbara Anna Gaiardoni BARBARA ANNA GAIARDONI, Italy
66 VOICE OF GOD For Richard Berengarten Not the horn of Oliphant in the Roncesvalles gorge, Not the voice of the poet Aygi (*) – The saxophone sounds like a silver blizzard Above the red desolation of the taiga. Under the silent sky, flowing with longing, Like an ancient bottomless shofar, The saxophone sounds above the ground, unstoppable, In the endless country of Tofalar (**), I'm floating down the river on a lonely raft Through the autumn the ringing silence And I feel like somewhere in a high expanse You move my heart. You touch my weightless soul with your sound, My God, stay with me... And Alex returns to Richard again, Closing in like a forest behind you.. ©® Eldar Akhadov ELDAR AKHADOV, Azarbajdzhan - Russia
67 SCRABBLE OF LIFE Acrostic S/earching in our infinite minds C/ease everything it might have been contaminated R/apture the possible of invisible threats A/cquire proper elements of evaluation B/looming like the morning flower B/oost the optimal part of sunlight L/ayers have been traced to colour the vision pursuit E/mbrace that information of the miraculous encounter with unknown O/bservers are attending the genius manifesting of wisdom F/ierce and courageous are the warriors of intelligence L/oyalty is perception actively established on everything I/ntegration of optimism humans to overcome hurdles F/abulous artsy are there to improve quality scenes of authenticity E/xpectations solely welcome aboard to unify the world and majestic outcome ©® Dr. José Luis López DR. JOSÉ LUIS LÓPEZ, Puerto Rico
68 SEA FLOWER... Work of a talented artist, A rare flower, a beautiful flower, a wonderful flower. Doesn't water wash away the color of the flower? A flower that grows blue from the bottom of the sea. It doesn't live like any other flower, Sea lovers day and night... Seagulls always go with the flow. If you love him... Sea flower, you have so many secrets, Did you hide the secret of the sea? Because you are so beautiful? What is hidden in your sheet? I wrote you a song, I wrote you a poem. The artists drew you from the heart. Sometimes to test the patience of the sea, Sorry, they broke your peace on purpose. You are a protected miracle Tell me where you got all this beauty from. Oh flower of the sea, I sang to you. No matter how much I sing, the verse never ends. ©® Munavvar Boltayeva MUNAVVAR BOLTAYEVA, Uzbekistan
69 VIBRATING STRINGS (to Nikola Tesla) "The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings. We are nothing but melodies…” Nikola Tesla Teach me to listen to the sound of lost melodies amid vapors of light and horizons of pure crystal. Icy astral winds reveal a fragile world crumbling. Through magnetic fields splinters of the future open slowly. Current flows surround me while I slide into your parallel universe. Here and now I want to wait for the world to be reborn contemplating a mandala of stars and flowers. ©® Lidia Chiarelli LIDIA CHIARELLI, Italy
70 WHO BRINGS THE LIGHT ON PLANET EARTH Who brings the light? The Sun? The Moon? A shining lamp, the earpiece of Bell? Or accidental meeting, hot and unforgettable Which captures our hearts and makes us full of love? Is it a distant station with blinking red or green, Permitting trains to pass without stopping? And taking the passengers to better destinations, To new horizons and sunsets like a poppy? When a little boy is rushing to his mother With shining eyes and glowing with love, Is it the ray of happiness his mother With beaming eyes and radiating? She knows, soon he’ll wave good-bye and walk on his own path leading somewhere, But love will stay forever to light up the Planet Earth. ©® Djina Dundova-Pancheva DJINA DUNDOVA-PANCHEVA, Bulgaria
71 EARTH .... AND HEAVEN Land The villages and towns are stuck in its flesh We knead it ..... with our blood ..... and high in the sky we all travel ...... The wind blows and scatters our voices like newborn stars waiting awake for the new day Angel With blue sword an angel Redeemer, the great light humbly surrenders Gently poured Tears in the little temple of the soul I count patience and love To the great multitude of souls God is "flooding" I look up In the heavenly streets the poor and the sad They wake up With the sanctification of love ©® Eftichia Kapardeli EFTICHIA KAPARDELI, Greece
72 MELODY WITHOUT LIMITS Since birth great legacy entrusted, unaware of capital apparently it is not clear, is natural consistent and essential is biodiversity. For each arduous is the task of protection and respect too often it is more and more a lack of universal commitment very bold who faces it in open field who every day with the correct daily living to save at all spying even if you are not experienced with common sense and will valid weapons and lawful to fight in freedom to be able to all survive in this merciless drifting universe. It doesn’t help to point the brother move consciences and be united, we meditate in what vice we ended up in, responsible we take our burden. Looking at the stars reflected in the sea to each his own to write the different future for Mother Earth less hard if we learn to walk in the same direction. ©®Elisa Mascia ELISA MASCIA, Italy
73 THE EARTH IS OUR MOTHER The green Earth we live in is very beautiful. I like my green planet like our mother We are born and brought up in the planet with soil, corns, fruits, air and water... The earth is our birth place We are born in the womb of our mother Nature The earth abounds in beautiful natural phenomena The greeneries, the snow-capped mountains, the hills and dales, valleys Turbulent oceans and seas and waves Wild flowers, birds and beasts. Love and beauty , colors and fragrance Nature and Man A sweet relationship God has created the mysterious universe. The vast cosmos The Galaxies,Stars and planets, the moon Celestial light and darkness A mysterious wonderment indeed. They are in harmony Sounds and vibrations Silence and tranquility A harmonious process All directed by the invisible hands. We are born and brought up in the lap of Nature. The sweet scent of the soil is in our blood and soul. We are thankful to Nature She is bountiful, kind and compassionate to us. We must conserve the earth from the pollutions. We must make the world a place of habitation, a war-free and pollution-free new world for the humanity. ©® Kalipada Ghosh KALIPADA GHOSH, India
74 I ONCE WONDERED: -What is your meaning, life? - I’m a forge,- it answered, And you’re my steel for rifle. -But I don’t want to kill, I’ll never be cause, Don’t temper me, please, For the sake of wars. Turn me into Morality, I’ll not bow to the golden calf. Make me Humanity And to all people cut. Life finaly said: Rejoice! Work on Future, I give you a choice. ©® Dr. Nigar Nurulla Khalilova Dr. NIGAR NURULLA KHALILOVA, Azerbaijan
75 THE TOWING THIEF OF HEART Lips red with red juice of betel leaf and lime, charming flowers sow seeds of Speaking art in the parlour, a fragrance of love in the field of dream Gossipers from the planet gather in search of a new pilgrimage Starts at the dawn when the night ends, meditative in the sky and the caves As long as I go to the ribs, the magnet and the cover meet each other A walk in the city of nature counting thousands of hours The first guest is the shimmering glow of innocent light Gabriel appears and flew by Borak from the roadside. Tired body lying indoors with dark in the eyes Waves in the warehouse of peace, midday meals on the table With the wind’s chanting, forms are at sixes and sevens and the rhythm breaks The desire to enter in the bedroom peeps in light and shadow Pulling the curtain, Chandravati smiles brightly and talks about proximity The towing thief of heart spreads its wings and swims in the sea. ©® Niloy Rafiq NILOY RAFIQ, Bangladesh
76 The times are changing The seasons pass So many winters And summer Far from the earth Far from your earth The seasons die Silently Where memory Time remains ©® Sandrine Davin SANDRINE DAVIN, France MANKIND The most perfect product of nature, Mankind. smart, resourceful, Willed and strong, Mankind. shaping the world, who wrote history, determining the future, Mankind. Full of love and compassion, The owner of mercy and generosity, The only hope in the world Mankind. Defender of freedom and democracy, Messenger of peace and brotherhood, savior of the world, Mankind. Future of Humanity The future of humanity It is in the hands of human beings. If he chooses love and peace, The world will be a better place. ©® Şenol Alçınkaya ŞENOL ALÇINKAYA, Turkey
77 MY WISH IN MY UNIVERSE The feathers of freedom in this earth To bring the equality of humanity. Freedom seeking in universe The life of eternity with free flight. The freedom and delight with joy The life of eternal singing and dancing The feathers of human dignity The few beings in this planet With consciousness of mind. The changing of earth in delight Planet of self wishes equality in the human world. The life of eternity in the self wish My self leads the universe. The leading self is harmonious. My universe is moral in height. ©®Til Kumari Sharma TIL KUMARI SHARMA, Nepal We stay as eagles above These desert lands. Future. Without ever asking questions Without scratching under. Let’s be alone and together To believe. Torn loves that leave their mark. Wounds. On earth we leave the trails. We are stars. ©® Serena Rossi SERENA ROSSI, Italy
78 THE CODE Universe is the prime fact When life wants to see the bluish state, Only dark lane, Quivering hearts and minds, It's time to take the step for making dearest mart. Mind seeks the people of peace Love you dear holding hands, A new vision A new sunshine Soothing charm the whole life. That can be possible always When humanity showers all over the States Don't dare to kill this part The universe will be based on humanity and love. The code For the new beginning The code For the happy earth. ©® S Afrose S AFROSE, Bangladesh MY COUNTRY IS MY PLANET There is no smell of silt in this country. No taste of flying the flag of victory Red-green sad life Freedom has broken the dam! Victory is now only deception. Deceived with freedom Dictator memory campaign Martyrs were stupid! Where are the wise people? On the way, protect the country. Even if victory comes, why am I not independent? Dictators will be the end! ©® Hasan Nashid HASAN NASHID, Bangladesh
79 THE BIRDS Birds wake the Day, they wake up the blue. They drive away the snow. They dwell among bent Branches, spread out in a shining Sky. Birds wake up the Day. They add Honey to his Sound, Honey of Time. They discover old horizons with Lilacs, Grass, River, Fragrance. ©® Miroslava Panayotova MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA, Bulgaria TESLA'S LIGHT From a special Serbian light He went on an astral journey, Another patent, another invention in the electricity that flowed in his mind "Bad horse" Edison jealousy Didn't deter, didn't turn off Even a small flash of his light. Just before his genius went out A white and wounded dove that tapped on the window of his soul whispered in his ear; Fly, Tesla, fly To the eternal light Maybe this time you will succeed. ©® Hanita Rozen HANITA ROZEN, Israel
80 AN OPEN BOOK My beloved planet as I see you every morning and night The greatest gift from the supreme Author Who opened this book as a spiritual text Blossom of twinkly sky, sending love from the moon Really amazing when the sun and the moon Swim in water or remain calm and tranquil When the sky bestows clouds and rain Dews fall on the watery skin of rivers Your veins submerge in harvest season You give utmost from your motherly patience Never bewildered but celebrate. Sometimes occurs war and heartless things You never revolt — bestow your love For all. ©® Sayeeda Aziz Chowdhury SAYEEDA AZIZ CHOWDHURY, Bangladesh MY PLANET, MY CHOICE. THE LEGACY OF NIKOLA TESLA Light, azure and serenity. Calmness and silence. The silence of the Spirit. Soul and spirit. Origin and holiness. A touch of thought and the trembling of the heart. Enveloping with light, with a gentle embrace on his hands. Salvation and faith in the morning on a bright day. ©® Dr Margarita Dimitrova DR MARGARITA DIMITROVA, Bulgaria
81 A NOBLE CAUSE... His merciless strikes, stir the tall tree, Resting therein, the birds have to flee. And the infirm leaves have a fall free. Unable to move away, Helpless tree do wail & sway. As he axes the main trunk, The mature tree is almost sunk. Ah! the environmentalist ; The devoted naturalist, Worried about the future; To protect the Nature , Has to build a birds house, Is committed to a noble cause. On the lifeless concrete roof ; To provide a shelter shockproof. For the cause he always stood; So, he has to collect this wood. ©® Gurmeet Singh Chana GURMEET SINGH CHANA, India SHAME Harbinger of silence, stripped by dearth of time from the measureless: as the star shames with its ray from the unknown, we imagine resonances. Death does not climb ceilings when my eyes begin to weaken. The midnight oil runs until we dream of swimming it again. ©® Dustin Pickering DUSTIN PICKERING, USA
82 I FEEL SORRY FOR THE TURBULENT PLANET I feel sorry for the turbulent planet where meaningless divisions reign I feel sorry for the helpless souls who remain without a warm home . I feel sorry for the sick and the hungry who do not experience decent life, I feel sorry for everyone who doesn't have a smile on their face and a sky of love . My whole heart sings with prayer to destroy hatred and revive hope, to bring different nations together and unity to rule the earth forever. My heart fights forever for peace with a warm song which radiates with goodness. My heart on the clock of time beats for love and humanity. ©® Gordana Sarić GORDANA SARIĆ, Montenegro THE REFUGE Years and years of waiting painted on our pale, wrinkled, sweaty faces Years and years of Iov's patience inside our eye sockets Years and years of overrated progress between our dreams and our aspirations for a region of independence Free Besieged within our cities Captives of our doubts and universal seduction Now hope is our soul's only refuge Somewhere here in our hearts there must be a living, moving God ©® Christos Dikbasanis CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS, Greece
83 A LESSON IN THE SILENCE There is a lesson in the silence of the earth Listen carefully:- If you want to save yourself save the earth, If you want to save your next generations save the earth, If you want to save life in the Universe save the earth, Everything is meaningless without the earth! We swearwe will save the earth for ourselves! ©® Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer DR. SHAILESH GUPTA VEER, India OUR LAND And today the Earth tirelessly chases its shadow, without a chance to hide from the sight of the universe vast. The sun paints its image in the mirror waters And all nature expects his caresses to shelter. So it is today, and tomorrow, whether the Earth will caress again, Will he accept the sun again? Who knows? Perhaps the only judge - our time, the secret codes to eternity will unravel. By its current, man races into his world, ignoring the eternal cycle, Without realizing that, she nature is a beautiful deity, only on earth domineering, to reborn its beauties under the firmament for water, air, heat, the human race is obliged. ©® Dr Natalia Georgieva – Ivanova DR NATALIA GEORGIEVA-IVANOVA, Bulgaria
84 DO GOOD! Do good – it will come back to you: By stream ringing loudly between stones, By graceful flower, that will wake up in spring, By nice smile of your own children's. Do good – always it will come back: By bird trill at morning dawn, And the sun with a ray, that touches the cheeks, By a piece of happiness in life time. Do good – it just decorates, What is the use of us to live in hypocrisy and evil? And the evil heart will thaw in kindness, And always the peace will stay on earth! ©® Elena Ershova ELENA ERSHOVA, Russia EARTH’S MESSAGE The voice of the Earth can be heard louder and louder every passing day. It exists from the beginning of Time. It’s sealed in us as our precious legacy. This little planet, that goes on its course in an orderly manner, is everyone’s home. Do you hear the wisdom that the earth breathes? Do you hear the words of the trees when the wind rustles? If we lean deep within our hearts, the message of the Earth will fill us up: Respect and love for everything that lives on it. Let us put an end to loud speeches. Serenity will spread the message. Just respect and love. ©® Angela Hronopoulou ANGELA HRONOPOULOU-Greece
85 MY PLANET My planet is my home my life, God has given us this precious gift, So we should never destroy it, We should love human beings, nature and animals, We should conserve nature, We have no other places to go, As well as life here we can cry and laugh, Magician like as God only could create it, As well as destroy it according to his will, We should do sustainable development in the modern time, We should love and care our planet Earth so much, If we will not love and care it then, My friends please answer me who will love and cares it ? We should know its values and beauty, We should know about our planet so much for forever. ©® Binod Dawadi BINOD DAWADI, Nepal IN THE EMBRACES OF THE YOUNG CENTURY The night chased into the unknown the starry fillies. Understanding in this lifetime of what happened bit into my consciousness. The world was drowning in the embraces of the young century, like a sunny little bone in the milkiness of the sky. ©® Olga Levadnaya OLGA LEVADNAYA, Russia
86 LOVE, THE ONLY COSMIC BUILDING FORCE. In this immense cosmos, I’m astonished and I observe the infinite and nature, that are attacked by continuous human research of new forces in the universe. Yet, the light from the sky continues to be reflected in the night with the moon and the stars, and also, at dawn, with the sun's rays emanating brightness and heat enlightening hearts. So, the power inherent in the truly, constructive universal force of this tormented planet, that contains all the others, it can be always and only love. ©® Concetta La Placa CONCETTA LA PLACA, Italy And one day there is no tomorrow Nobody should spin on their own axis anymore I put a color key in your hands that will not give in to despair , let it breathe dreams in the half finished place While trying to get rid of chaos, we create other chaos Do we have to be the bomb of sin that we are not a part of? divine eternal self unans wered questions sat under my eyelids despair looks scary in Van Gogh's peintings Hearts started beating with lies I wish face color smiley let's paint the rooms of desolation within us with the color of smiling voice another me wake up the others who are slumbering Let the love that turns into hatred surrender to the light ©® Gonca Dolu GONCA DOLU, Turkey
87 HAPPINESS CONQUERS SELF AND SOUL I salute the moon, kiss the rays of the sun But the mattress for me is just my land In heaven, let the gods and saints dwell I, man, son of nature, I chose the earth in life Did I choose this planet or did it just happen to me? Today I have to love my mother like a son I take air and warmth from this planet I give you all my love I can't even buy happiness with gold A gift from heaven, it doesn't come to us, no, no Happiness in life, wins the self and the soul It is found in the soul and in our pure planet Almighty, nature gives us warmth, If we know, we forgive you love from our soul The sun and the moon from above will greet us Only when we give care to our earth ©® Mehmet Rrema MEHMET RREMA, Albania WHAT ARE WE TO YOU? What are we to you?... Despite our imperfections You still love us, when I wake up every morning The air I breathe fills my lungs, I continue living. What are we to you?... That you have forgiven our sins. and you give us new beginnings, You are not spiteful or vengeful, You always extend your hands to help us. What are we to you?... That you have placed us in all nature as guardians and stewards of your creation some destroy it and others preserve it. Searching for your footprints and your essence, I could finally see that we are your masterpiece, crowned with excellence and full of vitality for your love. ©® Norma Marina Solis Zavala NORMA MARINA SOLIS ZAVALA, Peru
88 SNOWS Snows, incessantly, big flakes cover the fir forest like a soft blanket. Nothing is heard, in the distance the creak of the chairlift strange, muffled voices. I observe Uncontaminated nature, signs of life imprinted in the snow… The mind returns to chaos, in the black air, polluted cities, tall buildings, long queues of stopped cars, neverending moments, races against the inexorable time… The screech of a hawk Brings me back to the present. I admire his flight, it surpasses crystal trees, it disappears into the forest… A sense of peace spreads. The awareness of a nature To be protected emerges, the need for a return at the origins. ©® Marica Pinardi MARICA PINARDI, Italy BALLAD OF AN UNREAL TIME The trees are growing, inscribing in themselves the misty bloom. They salute the divine nectar that pours on roses, wisteria, and ivy leaves. This time is unreal, I know, like my planet in my dream. But in it, I ascend to the fever of the subterranean amalgams that burn the grass and my blood in tumultuous rivers of slime, living again between water and the yeast of a new time. ©® Maria do Sameiro Barroso Dr. MARIA DO SAMEIRO BARROSO, Portugal
89 HERITAGE He was a loner, yet not alone. A spark from the elements wove within him. Igniting a creative fire and flame, Centuries later, his breath surpassed the dim. He dreamt of Niagara shining bright, In a radiant dance, water swirling with might! Epochal discovery he brought to light, To make the Earth glow, a pervasive light. He awed the world with a voltaic arc, Creating an electric car, a landmark. A magical focus of perfect clarity, An apotheosis, intellect and strength in parity! Unfazed by resentment and pain, His thoughts envisioned the ascent of the human domain. Synonymous with progress, you are, Nikola Tesla! ©® Tsveta Mihaylova TSVETA MIHAYLOVA, Bulgaria HOPE The weather is uncertain. Our stay on earth, too. We no longer trust anyone, not even ourselves. We see and hear and do not understand the reasons for events in the world. Wars are ravaging the Earth. Tesla's achievements are still unsurpassed, he was and remains one, forever, and the powerful would like to follow his legacy and build the world in the future. And are we ready for that? The climate has changed and you can see the rocky territory in the far north. The ice is melting. The planet is shaking, screaming, and I still trust my intuition. ©® Tanja Ajtic TANJA AJTIC, Serbia/Canada
90 I SEEK I seek for the drunk waft of the lost moons to send away the leaden veil of pain and sorrow from the marble hearts and the wet sockets of your eyes. I long for the fourth wizard to lead me, under the Star of Bethlehem,to the Divine Infant,to set me free of the chains of this world made of glass, for the precious path of love and friendship, to relieve me from the shiver and the quake of the silent loneliness, that quickly weave its nets deep inside. I seek for the sweetest eyes of the world in chariots of fire, under the debris of the crumbled walls,to give me maternal affection, loving care, that I miss so much. ©® Antonis Filippeos ANTONIS FILIPPEOS, Greece MY PLANET, MY BEST CHOICE My eyes are open, I'm here, I'm there when my eyes are closed. In full flight with a common rhythm, I go ahead from the cradle, Surpassing the day, the month and the year. To make up the year,I'm needed, So, I watch myself in the day, And look at the vast starry sky, I enjoy an unending universal play Between a perishable life and infinite death. The compulsory death means Another life of infiniteness begins there. But I don't die, Under the direction of intelligent time. I'm always here, visible or invisible, As this is my planet, my best choice. ©® Tapas Dey TAPAS DEY, India
91 THE TURN AROUND I'll go with the sun when the afternoon comes to walk on the clouds. the women who accompany me They already suffer from the fear of the years. they don't know how to turn around at the problems without a jug of linden boil on the stove. no ambush can catch dreams who don't know how to breathe under the sadness of blue. no day is saved from love and the ants in the sheets. ©® Yuray Tolentino Hevia Translated by Leidy Díaz Hevia, Cuba. YURAY TOLENTINO HEVIA, Cuba AN EMOTIONAL GIRL The Third World is an emotional girl And there is a global moon Hanging over her head. Taking overdose sedative She is sleeping with a global pillow In her arm. Unguarded cornfields are now captured By some capitalist banyan trees, The capitalism spreads its root like a net And catches economic Hilsa in shoals. Here is a Hilsa-scent All over the capitalist world But in return she gets nothing But rotten fish. ©® Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah SHIKDAR MOHAMMED KIBRIAH, Bangladesh
92 THE BALM OF CARE Just because the planet earth is mine It cannot be ours, but of everyone; Neither we have the right to pollute it, Nor we have the right to deforest it, The best humane action is to protect it. Just because the planet earth is mine With selfishness you cannot determine; Be positive and always act positive, Universal welfare is the real perspective, Let this be everyone’s choice, irrespective. Just because we possess the worldly wit, We have no right to ruin our lovely planet, Instead, it’s abundant riches, let us protect. Terribly, the planet has already suffered a lot, ‘The balm of care’, doubtless is the ultimate. ©® Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana ASHOK CHAKRAVARTHY THOLANA, India THE WONDERFUL GARDEN His garden is full of the most beautiful flowers. Why do we spend our whole lives looking for weeds? But he - the best Gardener even and weeds can turn into roses. ©®Natalija Nedyalkova NATALIJA NEDYALKOVA, Bulgaria
93 WE NEED PEACE ON THIS PLANET Brother listen, and see the signs, we are already in the end of times. Our mother earth, is crying out for us that we no longer mistreat her. The vibration that she transmits to us is for the well-being of our ecosystem. Imagine if we lose our beautiful forests beaches and rivers, where children can play now. Conscience is what we lack to understand the grave mistake that we have made by not taking care of our mother earth. How can we make amends this damage that we have done. With a positive attitude genuine love and treat with humility to every living being. ©® Violeta Marquez VIOLETA MARQUEZ, USA HUMANITY HANGING IN THE VOID In reverse use of versatile technology Human evolution at the extreme crisis of civilization, Humanity hangs in the void. In the impure behavior of novelty The sea is rising, the ice is melting. Straight path to discovery Lost ownership due to thorny politics Desert drought in full youth. Killing the sharp weapons of white money Bursting in multi-storied buildings Tree after tree, The balance of nature is zero degree, Losing instincts on the way to warmth. At the behest of mindless humanity Lost in time The tree spirits will one day say, Nature is in the evil state of torture It will be destroyed in a totalitarian cyclone created by its own machinations Mankind's acquired pride. ©® Sk Alamgir Hossain - Badsha SK ALAMGIR HOSSAIN - Badsha, Bangladesh
94 THE MOON I admire looking at you, And I pick up the sounds. After all, I live loving you I sing and admire. You light up the world, I melt from the beauty, The whole ether is full of you, You are a golden maiden. I see an uncountable swarm of stars, They cannot be compared to you. Anyway, the fight is unequal, Let them accept their fate. I praise you endlessly, Guide me, Don't look away from your eyes, Don't hide behind the mist. Sometimes you'll go behind the clouds, Are you playing hide-and-seek with me And I'm running to you, you're waiting, We're playing catch-up. You are the queen among the stars, the princess of this night, Girlfriend, it just so happened, That she is inseparable from the sun. You have a big role to play – Witness the night. You and the sun have been together since ancient times Be radiant – lights. Do you see the sufferers of the earth And all lovers too. Good luck was promised to all of us, Be kinder, not stricter. You're an eyewitness to everything, Laughing, you often joke, People won't hide anything, Sometimes you'll have a conscience. Be close to lovers, moon, And sprinkle on the light! Be far from the wicked, Or hide without an answer. ©® Umutkan Polotovna Eralieva UMUTKAN POLOTOVNA ERALIEVA, Kyrgyzstan
95 THE BEE Winter doesn’t even try to deny that every snow is her deceived day labourer. When it realises that, having spread itself across the meadow like a blank promissory note, it’s already too late. This lady entrepreneur is closing down its business. After the present tense has ploughed the winter, the last of the snowflakes turn into white bees. I’m sure nobody has yet seen such albino specimens. One of them is chasing me as we’re transitioning from spring to summer. It imagines I stole its honey and enclosed it in the amber of my earring. ©® Lana Derkač Translated by Damir Šodan LANA DERKAČ, Croatia MY PLANET IS MY CHOICE I live in the planet land made up of crust And I see no reason to be angry Why planet Earth is now sad And dirty from rough rough I see no problem that people advise others To fight for what their Sacred is what was created Our planet Earth will live I know the planet country is beautiful The center of all events and events Which people do consciously by throwing a garbage And by the half because of our good One day will the planet country Return everything we did to her And I believe she remembers steps And will never forget them lightly Because the land I love in the world the most Although one mistake does not make up the spring! ©® Maid Čorbić MAID ČORBIĆ, Bosnia and Herzegovina
96 I’d been begging God for my enlightenment. The Almighty answered me at last, When amidst confusion and incitement He illuminated my straight path. And I grasped with joy, right at that instance, Knowledge that had been eluding me: If you fill with purpose your existence You will meet your death day fear free. Knowing, what awaits beyond horizon, You will walk steadfastly to its end. Every step will help you keep your eyes on Simple truth you get to comprehend: That sunrises are being born at sunsets, Tiny creeks turn into river flows, at least, And regardless of your rigid mindset, Walking West, you end up in the East. And with this realization The desire comes to you at once: To present to Heaven validation Of your worth, while you still have a chance. You will write your Book of Life with passion, But the day will come for your last page. And you’ll die…to be reborn from ashes, Just like you were born to die with age. The eternal world is not like ours: Heavens can’t compare we to earth. All beginnings are being born with final hours And the end of life will come to birth. So, don’t waste the years you were granted Walking to the promised finish line If I could I’d have this virtue planted In the minds of fellow men of mine. So that they do good with a persistence, Understanding very clearly: If you fill with purpose your existence You will meet your death day fear free. ©® Sahib Mamedov Translated by Anna Sosnovskaya SAHIB MAMEDOV, Azerbaijan
97 MY DAY My day is a holiday room illuminated by childhood dreams. There 's love and magic here, here the sun playfully shines. It has no door and no walls, everyone is welcome here. It doesn 't even have windows, here love and faith fly. The fireflies here are comets, the ladybugs - a fabulous team. Unknown planets fly by, pegasus running until dark. My day is a room of joy, my day is a room of sunshine. My day is a room for youth and only and only for joy. ©® Hari Spasov HARI SPASOV, Bulgaria LAST HOPE Humans will always be humans repeating the same wrong choices. Walking on the same path, blind and deaf, never hearing far-off voices. In the depths we fall, instead of reaching dazzling heights, always in the dark, missing our radiant lights. But this is me, my planet, my choice, and yes, this is my way to hear my voice! Until last man standing we need to rejoice! In Tesla's name and his legacy a few of us proudly stand. Only we can transform our future guided by his hand. ©® Jelena Sarić Cvetković JELENA SARIC CVETKOVIC, Serbia
98 OUR PLANET, OUR CHOICE Mother earth our only home, its shade covering us safe from solar radiation harmful, by its magnetic insulation with proper distance from the Sun, offering right mix of water, carbon, engendering life... Sad, how man meddles with you, haughtily deeming himself, the master of all, how greed guised as growth goads man to pollute thy land, air, water... how biodiversity shrinks with global warming, polar melting trees cut, rivers dry up, cataclysms of climate change shake and shatter man, still it goes on, with polluted air, water Where is man's source of sustenance to live? Nuclear plants, satellites or hydel projects are not the alibi... let man's mania to dominate stop, we are axing the tree the only tree we perch on, let this war mongering, over man to man, nation to nation, nature, woman, stop! Stop it quick! the sand slips out beneath our feet ... ©® Dr. Molly Joseph DR. MOLLY JOSEPH, India My Planet Oh planet Earth, common home of human Spiritual Evolution, rotating dance magnetic field, governed by cosmic currents, beneficial Gift of the Universe delivered to Human Beings, from the green relaxation of the coated plant kingdom, surrounded by the cobalt blue of the Oceans. Providential lesson for us, Tesla's legacy, the " Leopardi " of Engineering, auspice advocate of Positive Technological Progress! ©® Maria Errico, Italy Translated by Zlatan Demirović MARIA ERRICO, Italy
99 MOM PLANET (THE DREAM OF A PLANET) I am a dreamer and I want to live my dream... I will open my mouth and drink my river, as I dreamed... With all the water I can... I will fill my bowels; I will have moisture, food and life I will jump for joy and vibrate with so much life that it generates… I will be Planet Mom! I will conquer one by one all the living beings that want to house me... and collaborate so that no species of life is lost. I will ensure that all species commit to sharing spaces and food... that humans are just another species, committed to protecting, defending and respecting nature and life. May they help discover the variety of lives and foods that I harbor in my belly... You will never stop knowing so much life that is generated in my bowels...! THEY DON'T NEED TO LOOK FOR LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS! ©® Marco Antonio Rodríguez Sequeiros MARCO ANTONIO RODRÍGUEZ SEQUEIROS, Bolivia
100 PROTECT THE EARTH Will The Dawn hear me? Will it wipe away the tears of sorrow In the oceans of melted glaciers? Will it get engaged to the ice plateau In the Northern Night? Will it keep away his radiant breath? And whilst I wonder the Dawn embraces me. And quietly it wisperes: Protect the Earth with stubborn fervor! Fight for every stone and stalk of grass to live! From Burning Sun, no day to darken! We must protect the Earth! God, Help us Pleace! Transform us and live within us! Lead us in Your Grace to save the Earth! ©® Stoyanka Naldzhieva STOYANKA NALDZHIEVA, Bulgaria MY WORLD Crack of thunder and lightning, luminous like winged serpents; bird chirps, musical rainbows; lonely grasslands that spread their secrets to the wind; vast wetlands, gray, deep as moonless nights; crystal clear waters reflecting skies; eternal snows, white shrouds of the hills; ice statues, giant guardians of space-time; enchanted forests, murmuring unfathomable mysteries; volcanoes spitting fire, with lava licking the slopes downhill, like open veins flowing red blood; heart of earth, sobbing, moaning, breaking with grief; ashes, more ashes covering the towns; and wind, wind, wind, carrying messages through time, without times. ©® Ana María Ulehla ANA MARÍA ULEHLA, Argentina