I – Welcome.
Humanity is a romance.
We are love’s discourse.
Healing is love’s harmony.
Suffering is love’s discord.
A love that does not exclude.
A love that does not discriminate.
A love that is All.
II – Romance
To fall in love with one is to fall in love with All. I see many men. I see many women. They are parents. The hologram in their eyes tells of the many years of experience and life that shaped their minds. That cultivated their hearts. The world’s activities presented to them working material and information by which to live; war, famine, triumph, technological advancement, heart-ache, and the coming of people to and from their lives. All of which brought forth an intercourse that gave each of us our lives.
Every event. Every life lived. Every light in existence has brought a man to now.
He is a product of humanity’s act as much as he is improvising in the act itself—sitting at the apex of our common evolution. We cannot move a thread without tremoring the intricate tapestry called Life.
While our predecessor’s behaviours are not always pleasant, nor can they easily be respected as the right choice—there is wisdom in respecting them as human beings who have, to the best of what was available, pioneered a path for which we can progress.
Man and woman do the best with what’s available on their platter. From which they are thrust upon many choices which may determine the better experience. Our ancestors pioneered the landscape called choice. Choice that is presented by the doors which open and close in the house of man. The first door is birth—our rite of passage into the human experience. The many which remain undiscovered, are passages for us to explore.
Every following child is an equal and immediate product of their mothers and fathers. To gracefully reach out to take the arms that embrace our choice to incarnate is a fulfilling of the soul. To bow in respect to our parents who gave us life is a full and proper acknowledgement of self. To take whatever little or large is given, and to run full throttle with that. The flow of our life can then present itself with the full dignity of a human being, while respecting the full dignity of our predecessors.
But when a man sides with one parent against another, or detests them for whatever justified reason; that man wages war against himself, staining his terrestrial ceremony. Tearing himself from the primary passage that brought him life results in a tearing of self.
Similarly, when a man reaches to resolve our predecessor’s problems in an attempt to lift and love them—he creates a burden on himself without reducing the load of the past. Rather, he progresses it with greater momentum. Fuel to a fire grows the flame. But without it, all that occurs is the remnants of ashes that remind us of the incident. One that does not need to continue, nor does it need to repeat.
We belong to our family and a world of families. We are housed by their love in exchange that we may present our light.
So in the greater context of the many families that comprise humanity, when man forsakes a part of humanity no matter how small, he forsakes self and life itself. When he seeks to change that which he perceives as flaw he turns against his own reflection.
Suffering is love’s discord.
The purest form of mastery lies in the inclusion of every aspect of the human experience, with every aspect of self. No matter how many lands and lives man travels afar to avoid the reality of his belonging, man will find representatives for his family. He will create and re-create the fractal of Family and the hologram of love around him.
The mystery force of all will send him, by way of seemingly alien strangers—a foster family for him to love and to take one’s proper place. Whether that be; friends, pets, romances or work colleagues. His field of belonging is distinct. And every aspect of humanity works to reveal that.
The world is grace, and for everything there is a place. We are bonded to the beautiful crystal called family. It is only through love’s harmony that we can heal our fractured parts. And the many families that comprise humanity will, whether conscious or not, knock on our doors to be seen, heard, acknowledged and re-included.
Humanity is a symphony. Our song is love.
III – Discord
Fractured crystals floating
… scattered pieces in the dark.
Blinded by their screams
… we seek to heal their parts.
Hands wander to reach
… taking what’s not ours.
Propagating a past of pain
… to show our loving vows.
Here and through my window
… the midst of love gone dry.
The tears that want be seen
… flow behind my very eyes.
Because I love you …
I too will …
… Till the day I die.
Love cannot be truer,
than my act of suicide.
IV – Harmony
Holograms of the infinite past.
Love and devotion.
Symmetrical orders that last.
Here and through my window,
at the roof of this planetary star,
I honor the subtle beauty,
of families living on and on afar.
With each new baby born,
the bells of incarnations ring.
A tune of the heavens open.
The doves of divinity sing.
With respect, appreciation and gratitude.
I bow. I bow. I bow.
In honor of father and mother,
Love flows its fullest now.