What does the world need to know?
What May I teach that the world doesn’t already
know?
The sages have existed here for long and freely
shared guarded truths before life had become
set in stone.
The world
knows. The earth and the trees the birds the worms the bottle beside the trash. They all already know. What is there
For them to learn? They already possess the ineffable infinite.
Man doesn’t know. People have forgotten. We once knew and a few still do. They have forgotten but that has not become lost.
What do they need to know? To reinvigorate the essence of essential life? The sacred? This precious and ever fleeting gift we have be honored with receiving? Too many suffer now. Too many cause suffering.
Do they not see that their own loved ones suffer the same as those deemed enemy? What will make them realize the others are only long lost friends. Family. Lovers of their own gift of life.
What can be said that is not already known?
Despite the visits and the numinously voiced simplicity. The writings passed from one set of hands to the next. We still fight like children. Threatened and terrified.
I was told grown ups rule this world. If so I see neglect. I see spirits embrace and the vast distance between strangers. Eyes that show souls.
Life was not meant to be lived this way. The folly that begets adding to an already heavy yolk. Is rampant. And we here are silent conspirators. Trading in decency for blinders and praising our god money.
It is humans who have failed. We are here because we have been led here by every life that has come before us. We are here because we walked ourselves to this very spot. Not ever the other way around. Blessed be about failure that we may once again rise to face challenge.
And challenge it will be. After all what is continuity besides survival.
Always survival. Someone tell me then why these ruling grown ups are so eager to war. To die to live. Isn’t that just suicide?
Oh right my mistake. Not for them. They send those to die against the others. They live in excess.
Strange. The conception of achieving peace through killing. The snuffing out of vital flames one by one. In the growing dark. And calling it holy or just. Just like disease. Just like the unrequited love for God. Of severing. Eternally ending. Torturing. Of massacre in the name of the one called God.
What May I say to the world? Get them to stop this madness? This pain we pile on others? Utopia?
This world is so pretty. And the view so lovely.
As we fall from the cliffs edge.
And though falling great distances gives an alternative perspective. Gravity takes us in a single direction.
We must remain vigilant and learn to soar. Fly like the solar eagle. With wings crafted of kindness and reverence for every gift. It is not beyond our capacity. And more life sustaining than
Plunging into the solid earth.
For a reason. Of our own creation.
Or if nothing else, to land soft like a cat.