There never was a good war or a bad peace.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

Peace originates with the flow of things — its heart is like the movement of the wind and waves. The read more

Peace originates with the flow of things — its heart is like the movement of the wind and waves. The Way is like the veins that circulate blood through our bodies, following the natural flow of the life force. If you are separated in the slightest from that divine essence, you are far off the path.

I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
[Lat., Iniquissimam pacem justissimo bello antefero.]

I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
[Lat., Iniquissimam pacem justissimo bello antefero.]

Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, read more

Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of read more

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Our commander said
the Viet Cong are farmers
by day.. guerillas by night.
Look for those who read more

Our commander said
the Viet Cong are farmers
by day.. guerillas by night.
Look for those who are tired.
So anyone who yawned
was getting popped.

Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of read more

Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desires of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhoods
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror
Or alternative terror ?
© Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar.

Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.