Hey, Silence

Hey! Silence.

Hey! Silence, I see you.

You are the space between the notes in a symphony resonating in our souls;

the skipped heart beat when our child stops breathing;

the caesura that connects the poet, the speaker, and the listener with God.

You absorb all insults, gunshots, and explosions, yet retaliate with acceptance and Truth.

You are the infinite forgiveness in a moment of reflection.

You are the words worth listening to when this poem is over.

You are…


This is a post for the Monthly Peace Challenge: Empathy Blogging. Some of my favorite bloggers are poets: Geo Sans, Dieu On The Grass, and Bodhisattvaintraining. This is my attempt to blog some poetry for peace.

Bloggers for Peace — My Peace Child

Kozo Hattori:

Just had to share these two amazing women and all they do for peace. {{{Hugs}}}} Kozo

Originally posted on Wandering Voiceless:

This month, Kozo asks us to…

… focus on children. How can we teach children to prioritize peace? How did you experience peace as a child? What in your upbringing made you a Blogger for Peace?

Have I mentioned my kid’s gonna save the world? Maybe not in this space, but I definitely did on fb as she was getting ready for her most recent trip to the Dominican Republic.

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She’s actually there now, but I asked her to write a little something for this month’s Peace Child Challenge before she left because I was intrigued about how she became so worldly, generous and wise, given that she had ME as one of her parents.

Let’s begin by establishing that I believe in personal responsibility and that one must live with the consequences of their actions and decisions. Thus, while my children were actually still children and we came upon…

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“Remain Aware; Remain Equanimous”

I was trying to squeeze in my hour long Vipassana guided meditation while putting the boys to sleep. 3 year old Fox had a different agenda.

Fox Photo“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“Daddy, I want my pink Shamu”

“Daddy, I have to go poo poo and pee pee.”

After restarting the audio track three times, I decided to ignore any further requests since it was now past 9:30 and both Fox and I needed to get to sleep.

Fox went on the hunt. He pulled out my headphones then started to climb on top of me. At one point, he was sitting on my shoulders when the guided meditation said, “Remain Aware; Remain Equanimous.”

I was just about to yell at Fox, “Get Off Me! I’m trying to meditate,” when I realized that I was not being equanimous. I was not accepting things as they were, but rather was trying to control things to my likings.

I almost laughed when I thought about something that KM Huber had posted on her blog recently:

“When coming out of sitting, don’t think that you’re coming out of meditation, but that you are changing postures” (Ajahn Chah).

Couldn’t giving my son loving attention so he could go to sleep be a different posture, a form of lovingkindness meditation? With compassion for my son and self-compassion for not finishing my evening sitting, I turned off the guided meditation and laid with Fox until he went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was awaken by Fox’s soft warm hands massaging my neck. He was still asleep. It felt like God was acknowledging my “sacrifice.”

Adyashanti says that at any moment, the only thing that exists is ultimate reality. So the question, “How do I sustain ultimate reality?” is  totally absurd.

“Since there is only enlightenment, which just means reality, whether we know it or not…the pertinent question is ‘how is it that I unenlighten myself moment to moment’.”~Adyashanti

By striving for enlightenment with my strict regime of meditation and ignoring the love and needs of my son, I was unenlightening myself. I was focusing on self and ego rather than recognizing how we are all connected. Our true practice lies not in sitting alone, but in how we interact with others.

Thank you for reading, smiling, and/or sharing.

Do you catch yourself striving for something that is already there? Please share.

Re-claiming Humanity

What do Star Wars and the Dalai Lama have in common?

This is my new path to peace. It is obviously inspired by Marianne Williamson and the Dalai Lama.

Thank you for reading, smiling, and/or sharing.

How would you reclaim your humanity? Please share.

P.S. I  am at a silent meditation retreat, but I look forward to responding to all your comments when I get back. {{{Hugs}}} kozo


Bloggers 4 Peace: Alien Eyes!

Kozo Hattori:

Please listen to this song…it will shift your paradigm. I promise. {{{Hugs}}} kozo

Originally posted on rohan7things:

The B4Peace challenge for the month of August 2013 focuses on music. I thought of a about a million ways to approach this post, but in the end I decided to go for the personal. Most of you probably know that I write and play a lot of music, and one song of mine in particular I think resonates with the subject of peace more than any other.

Please take a moment to listen to and/or read the lyrics:

Last night a ship crashed in my backyard, and out stepped an Alien, I asked “Are you injured?”
She said “I’m fine but my warp drive is busted, and it’ll be a while before I can fix it”

She doesn’t understand why we don’t lend a hand and she just cannot see why we take such pleasure in each other’s misery.

I brought her in, made her a cup of…

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Sushi, Squid & Spreading World Peace! An Interview With Kozo Hattori!

Kozo Hattori:

Special thanks to the “Irish Oprah,” Rohan Healy for this wonderful interview. Check out Rohan’s blog and his new book on how to have a transcendent sex life. {{{hugs}}} Kozo

Originally posted on rohan7things:

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Rohan: Hi Kozo! Thanks so much for agreeing to this interview. I’d like to get started by asking about your heritage. Now I know part of your lineage is Japanese American and the other side goes back to Hawaii. Can you tell us exactly how all that worked. When did your family arrive in the states, and is your Hawaiian side Japanese as well or native Hawaiian?

Kozo:Thanks for having me, Rohan. As far as my heritage goes, my paternal grandmother was born in California, so I’m what they call a Yonsei—fourth generation Japanese American. My mother is also of Japanese descent from Kauai, one of the Hawaiian Islands. After my father, a US Army pilot, went missing in action in Vietnam when I was three years old, my mother remarried a former classmate from Hawaii. Every summer and winter break, my parents sent my brother and…

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July Post For Peace

Kozo Hattori:

Please enjoy the wisdom, humor, and peace in Grandmalin’s letter to the Spirit Guides of the Universe. {{{hugs}}} Kozo [still on vacation]

Originally posted on Breathing Space:


Write a letter for peace and send it out into the Universe.

Dear Spirit Guides of the Universe,

I’ve been told I never ask for help (although heaven knows I need it and we could all use some.)  Being independent and stubborn and believing if I try hard enough I can do it on my own often leaves me feeling alone, confused, frustrated and afraid.  You know this, you’ve heard me whine and complain about it.  It’s too hard, I’m so lost, I just don’t know.  Finding this elusive thing called inner peace can be one colossal struggle.

There will always be issues, problems, and challenges;  I get that.  I know I’m just another wandering soul in this vast universe searching for enlightenment, and I know I’ve come this close.  I’d like to know why I shut my eyes tight at the last minute, sure that the light will blind me.

So I guess I could…

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A Letter for Peace to my Child

Kozo Hattori:

This letter had me in tears. The future looks bright with mothers and children like this on the horizon.

Originally posted on oliviaobryon:

Dear {Insert top secret, hotly-debated name choice},

You don’t exist yet, at least not here. I don’t know when you’ll be a part of our lives, but I know deep down you will be. My mom, your grandmother, has this story of how she almost drowned before I was born. As she looked up through the water, she knew she had to stay, she saw two children, a girl and a boy. I’ve seen you in much the same way.

You appear in my dreams in circumstances I cannot attribute to just my overactive imagination. You love your dad and share rituals with him I do not understand, especially when it is time for a nap. I’ve felt you in my body, healthy and ready to be born. Others have seen you too. Your dad, your great aunt’s mom, my mom’s friend. They all know you’ll be here soon even…

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