From the Blarney Stone to the Philosopher’s Stone

From the Blarney Stone to the Philosopher’s Stone

I am not your enemy,
I am not the other,
I am asking questions,
Freedom is the arrow that sends forth,
For we share this world together,
We are family,
No matter how you see yourself,
We came from the same root,
From the tree of life,
A long time ago,
We are indeed each others keepers.

Duality created contrasts,
Negativity created us and them,
Segregation denied diversity,
Fear created disunity,
For we were unable to see the fun in what was different,
For many sought to make the world in their own image,
Playing god?
Rolling dice?
Yet god plays with the image,
And doesn’t play dice,
For you cannot see this image only feel it,
For it in-forms many,
It is the wind that plays with your hair,
It is compassion falling in every tear,
It is the one who conquers fear and runs into the burning building,
The one who asks the question that others are yearing to hear,
It is the one that loves you unconditionally no matter what you do,
For unconditional love cannot be seen,
As the game is an illusion to overcome all fear.

For truth can be seen when you find space …

To become centred,
To become still,
To start to feel,
For what is real,
For that is the light in the darkness
Which helps you find the sacred seal.

Feeling is the opening door that heals the world,
If you closed down that room,
Then you lost your room with a world view,

For peace can never be found …

In conflicts,
In suspicion,
In age old hatreds,
In revenge.

It lives when the heart is peaced together,
Not praised,
For it lives in each precious moment,
It lives when love is raised as the main discussion,
For this is the universal celebration that awaits humanity to join,

Waiting …

For when they are tired of fighting,
When they are tired of working,
When they give up on arguing,
To be right rather than happy.

It is time to stop and listen within,
To ask questions and see the reasons why,
To look back to where the world has been,
To look to the future and decide if she gleems.

For there is no enemy,
There is no-one to hate,
There is no nation state,
There is no poverty when shared,
There is no loneliness when love is to care.

Humans create their own theatres of war,
They create the conflict in their own minds,
And I have seen myself do it and suffer,
So join hands with me and let’s pull off the covers,
To see what is under this Shroud of Turin,
To find …

You never sinned,
You are greatness and mercy,
You are love and light,
You are the hero many are waiting for,
As you lead by example,
You are the sample all are waiting to taste,
No effort is a waste.

Nothing is lost until you give it away,
And how can one give away life?
When you are one with this world,
So stand up and reclaim your native title,
For we are all tribes under this sun,
The ancient premise is the kiss of life,
As we move the media Blarney stone to the side,
And find our Philosopher’s stone needs no entertainment,
For this is stone left unturned,
It is time to turn it up,
To remember the words … ‘I think therefore I AM’
To turn it again is to know … ‘I feel therefore I AM not’

For it is in the nothingness to which we return,
This is the emptiness which contains your uni-verse,
The one song where we are one energy,
One breath,
One thought,
And when we find this place,
Some call it home,
You will never feel alone,
For you are life itself.

Peace to you, all ways.