Remembering the truth of LOVE in a world whose foundation is fear, is like finding sobriety in a liquor store filled with alcoholics where drinking is encouraged. For the sober man this is a torment beyond imagining, not because of being surrounded by the temptation to become drunk once more; the sober man remembers well the torture of being the alcoholic, living the lie, greeted by a red bloated face in the mirror, convincing yourself through the pain that you’re having a good time, the voice saying; just get me through until the bliss of the next drink, the next fix, it will all be fine. No, it is because watching them suffer, surviving in the junkies lie, breaks the sober man’s heart and is a constant reminder that he would rather die than be the drunk again and live the lie. The sober man’s torment is though try as he might he cannot make the alcoholics in the store remember the joy of a life without being drunk, when the reality they have created around them is their constant enabler and he realizes that he is but a stranger in a sea of lushes drowning.
Man is a glutton at a twenty four hour, all you can eat buffet of fear and it seems he will eat till he bursts.
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Stick figure children with bellies bloated on beds of diseased dirt; in pockets for quarters we reach, the crocodile tears stream.
Animals spirits crushed, broken bleeding bodies on our television screens; check books pen in hand, we pretend someone else’s bad dream.
Flesh mutilated by bullets and bombs, lungs and brains choked by toxic fumes, hearts stop beating; no war, if only we could have peace, in vain we feign scream.
All these and more, the heinous, repugnant, the unspeakable, the unthinkable, we as a collective have chosen to be.
It is neither God or a devil who has imprisoned us in nightmare and it will be neither they that make the choice that will set us free.
Love is not some passing fancy, a fad of flower children dancing on fields on green, it is our salivation, our truth, our eternity, our infinite destiny…
“It is true that all of us are the beneficiaries of crimes committed by our ancestors, and it is true that nothing can be done about that now because the victims are dead and the survivors are innocent. These are good reasons for keeping our mouths shut about the past: but tell me, what are our reasons for silence about atrocities still to come?” ~ Damon KnightPass
There is the one truth and I have remembered
Though struggle my mortal mind to cling
There is nothing, save one thing
About me, this life, that is not dream
Not my first strong breath, nor last gasp
Nor fear I will have imagined between
Nay it is LOVE, that is the one truth
That is real; not just an illusion fleeting
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ~ Plato
Such funny little primate illusions are we
Cartoons with the choice to be
Err, excuse, failure, fear, flesh and flaw
Or reason, right, success, LOVE, God and perfection
And time and again we choose arghhh, anvil on head; coyote
Over beep, beep, roadrunner, running wild and free
LOVE in Toontown; that’s all folks…
“For like a poisonous breath over the fields, like a mass of locusts over Egypt, so the swarm of excuses is a general plaque, a ruinous infection among men, that eats off the sprouts of the Eternal.” ~ Søren Kierkegaard
We without LOVE are but hollow vessels that must be filled; the thirst that must be quenched. For life without LOVE is the vacuum nature abhors; be still, be silent, be filled. LOVE is the most subtle of all forces; drink from its invisible, infinite well.
Hollow no more, thirsty no more, filled I am, drunk on LOVE…
“Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.” ~ Saul Bellow
No vast accumulations of wealth and power can or should stop it, we all eventually one day die, it matters not how life was lived or survived; weak or strong, rich or poor. In the end as the shadow across the light of this life grows long and fear of the unknown creeps into the last of our waking thoughts, we all want and need the same one thing, to know that we are not alone, to know that we will be remembered, to know that we are loved; even if in just one heart we are held dear. Their touch making the cold of our shallow breaths not so, comforting our grief and regret stricken mind, easing the terror. Wishing us gently, goodnight, sweet dreams, travel well. I knew your soul and I will see you again someday, when we are whole, when we are home…
“When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.” ~ Mark Twain
Where there is always LOVE there is always faith
Where there is always faith, there is always hope
Where there is always hope there is always happiness
Where there is always LOVE, faith, hope and happiness
There is nothing that is not always possible
LOVE is willingness to accept the infinite probability that you can and will achieve the impossible…
“Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.” ~ John Heywood
Embrace all faiths and teachers whose source is LOVE and understanding is of the oneness, but shun all ignorances and deceivers whose source is fear and misleadings are of separation.
“Like a sculptor, if necessary,
carve a friend out of stone.
Realize that your inner sight is blind
and try to see a treasure in everyone.”
Doubt is always present. as faith is being honed
Shadow is always cast, as light is being shown
Lie is always glaring, as truth is being known
Fear is always felt, as LOVE is being sown
Blade is always sharpened, upon dull stone…
“The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.” ~ Herman Hesse