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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>YIKES! Did I miss an entry??? Helen,
could you please help me find this one or send it to me? Thanks.
Laurel.</FONT></DIV>
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<A title=hp@paradise.net.nz href="mailto:hp@paradise.net.nz">Helen
Patterson</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A
title=OSLIST@LISTSERV.BOISESTATE.EDU
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Wednesday, November 06, 2002 12:12
AM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: POETRY CONTEST ENTRIES</DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Where's the Fairy-ring, mushroom
poem?</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Regards</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Helen</FONT></DIV>
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<A title=laurick@telus.net href="mailto:laurick@telus.net">Laurel and
Rick</A> </DIV>
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title=OSLIST@LISTSERV.BOISESTATE.EDU
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Wednesday, November 06, 2002 8:10
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> POETRY CONTEST ENTRIES</DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>OK, folks, grab your virtual sticky dots and
get ready for some really tough choices. I'd like to present the 14
wonderful entries into the biannual OSLIST POETRY CONTEST. Please vote
with 5 virtual sticky dots each, and send your replies to me by November 9th
at noon, Pacific Standard Time. Please vote by poem number (best not
to peek back at the list to ascertain who wrote what!).</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Brian, Viv and the Oz contingent, could you
please post the entries on a wall at the OSonOSinOZ??? Here are the 14
entries . . . enjoy!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2> <B>
<P>1.</P></B>
<P>ONOSONOS<BR><BR>What is it?<BR>Is it a political movement?<BR>Or
perchance just a social affair?<BR>Or is it a much deeper process?<BR>Does
it have a mite 'mystical' air?<BR>Forfend we should try to define
it,<BR>dissect it, titrate it, for fear<BR>that our postmodern
administrations<BR>would destroy what we all hold so dear.<BR>(I just so
much wish I were there!)<BR></P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>2.</P></B>
<P>THE SEED<BR><BR>Crack open a possibility<BR>And get your bet down<BR>Roll
the dice through the warm furrow<BR>Call forth the soaking, roiling
heavens<BR>Breathe deep the gifts of sunny summer days<BR>And absorb the
muscled mercies of a gardeneršs hand<BR>Commune with the change of seasons
full and seasonšs end<BR>Stretch out your sweet intention.<BR>Gather close
all the children<BR>Whisper the truth<BR>Behold the future</P><B>
<P> </P>
<P>3.</P></B>
<P>OSLIST</P>
<P>The Open Space Community,</P>
<P>A life-line this past year,</P>
<P>Of invasions and uncertainty.</P>
<P>Spirited conversations,</P>
<P>Circling the globe,</P>
<P>Weaving a web</P>
<P>Of love, trust, hope, healing, </P>
<P>And, best of all, challenge,</P>
<P>Opening space in cyberspace,</P>
<P>A technology for transformation.</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>4.</P></B>
<P>TRANSFORMATION<BR><BR>Open space in your heart<BR>Drill
down<BR>down<BR>down<BR>Past all fears<BR>Let them go<BR>Arrive in virgin
open space<BR>Where you become brand new<BR>once again<BR>and greet yourself
as if for the first time.</P>
<P> </P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>5.</P></B>
<P>TEN LINES FOR FRIENDS IN NOVEMBER<BR><BR>Now, as vernal and autumnal
dance their biannual swirl<BR>Over the sea out my window and diagonal to my
point on this globe<BR>Vitality flows through the unexamined
places<BR>Embraced by my friends as they gather in<BR>Marysville, non
descript and of no particular geography<BR>But the centre of one of my
worlds for a moment<BR>Explorers dancing in the space of
decades<BR>Returning to their centres, the vast opened places<BR><BR>1000
hearts could beat together in that place and yet<BR>One would be left
behind, butterflying in descending darkness.</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>6.</P></B>
<P>Caught like a cup<BR>Full<BR>Brimmed with the beauty<BR>Of the human
heart<BR>Alone together<BR>Alert<BR>To the tender intelligence<BR>Of the not
quite born<BR>Becoming.</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>7.</P></B>
<P>I have felt the earthy peace that grows from the center of the
circle.<BR>In rainy budapest the bus arrives; late that night we find small
beds.<BR>The russians are coming after days on an ancient train.<BR>Morning
in the village: eighty people, eighteen tongues, and the shock<BR>Of a coup
in russia. the space yawns open like an earthquake fault.<BR>But peace is a
living being, like snaking shoots of ivy that wrap and<BR>intertwine
us.<BR>On the third day yeltsin stands triumphant in the street. and here a
trunk<BR>yawns open:<BR>Vodka by the case, and eighty crystal glasses. we
toast. we sing. we dance!<BR>My father taught me to hate the russians -
their menacing blood-red on the<BR>world map - but<BR>I have felt the earthy
peace that grows from the center of the circle.<BR><BR></P><B>
<P>8.</P></B>
<P>O...ne with the greater<BR>P...ractice letting go<BR>E...xpanding
the<BR>N...ow<BR>- Together...<BR>S...tep into the unknown<BR>P...ractice
peace<BR>A...ll dancing<BR>C...ircling<BR>E...merging</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>9.</P></B>
<P>back in the USA<BR>meeting friends south of San Francisco bay<BR>hearts
opening in the october sun like garage doors<BR>marshmellow peeps and
electrical bonfire<BR>Giants and Angels fighting everywhere<BR>national
flags on the lawns<BR>pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins<BR>Bush Putin Sharon the
Halloween monsters<BR>will I ever understand this country?<BR>hoping the cat
sitter does a good job in Munich</P><FONT size=2>
<P> </P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>10.</P></B></FONT>
<P>What is it ? what is it ?</P>
<P align=center>to go to the center </P>
<P align=center>and then leave it open </P>
<P align=center>to sit at the rim </P>
<P align=center>enjoying </P>
<P align=center>the space - the place - the now </P>
<P align=center>what touches my heart ? </P>
<P align=center>so deep and free </P>
<P align=center>to let myself and others </P>
<P align=center>so spaciously free to be ?</P>
<P align=center></P><B>
<P align=center> </P>
<P>11.</P></B>
<P>A CIRCLE LINE IN OPEN SPACE<BR><BR>the first line starts alone as
mine<BR>line two is totally for you<BR>number three lets us now say: we<BR>a
fourth one leads us further on<BR>to number five which gives life<BR>for a
sixth one for to mix up<BR>with the seventh even yet having<BR>contact to
the white number eight<BR>which leads to line number nine<BR>ending with ten
in closing down -- to one again.</P><FONT size=2>
<P><BR></P></FONT><B>
<P>12.</P></B>
<P>leaves are falling in the twilight<BR>all over the world<BR>on secret
lakeshores and mountainsides.<BR>As you prepare to walk the circle<BR>pick
up a leaf and read it. <BR>We are a bundle in a basket, <BR>little children
starting<BR>on a journey, being wrapped<BR>with such care that we might
<BR>look to the sky and weep with wonder</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>13.</P></B>
<P>SIGHTINGS . . . </P><FONT size=2>
<P></P></FONT>
<P>they say when deer </P>
<P>come into your life </P>
<P>you should beware </P>
<P>(not afraid) </P>
<P>gentle with yourself </P>
<P>new adventure </P>
<P>is not far behind </P>
<P>this weekend I saw </P>
<P>and was seen </P>
<P>seven times...</P><B>
<P> </P>
<P>14.</P></B><FONT size=2>
<P>space opens<BR><BR>in hearts when <BR>compassionate listening
lingers<BR><BR>in minds teasing<BR>sparks of new ideas to <BR>ignite
positive passion<BR><BR>in rooms<BR>where collective spirit<BR>waters and
warms the juicy seeds<BR>of right
action</P></FONT></FONT></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></BLOCKQUOTE></BODY></HTML>