If I could have just one wish for you or give you just one gift; it would be that I could take away all your suffering, all your fear. As I know for many, if not most, these are truly terrifying times; this collective awakening to the truth that everything we have been led to believe about what being human is and should be, has been a lie of truly biblical proportions.

I wish I could take each and everyone of your hearts in my hands and guide you from the shadow cast by eons of being brainwashed into this institutionalized culture of terror, we call “civilization”. I wish these things not only for you, but for me, for all your collective fear and misery I feel as my own; such is the blessed curse of selfish empathy. But I cannot, as it is up to each, to wake and make the choice to move from the paradigm of hate and death, to the paradigm of LOVE and life. No one can do it for you; not a man, not a God, only you can choose to change, to BE different, unafraid of the unknown.

I wrote this for those on the left and the right, for the Trumpsters and the Hillaryites, because I know only together can we take flight, only together shall we rise. We must embrace then this moment all as our sisters and our brothers, as equals united, if we wish to experience BEING what in truth we really ARE. There is no going back, there is no more time for being divided and falling, no more need to demonize and shame, when the choice is ours now, to see one another through LOVE’s eyes; perfect…

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“Say I Am You

I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist, and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove, and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering in metal.

Both candle and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,

and the falling away. What is, and what isn’t.

You who know Jelaluddin, You the one in all,

say who I am. Say I am You.”
~ Jalaluddin Rumi