The Politics of Love is the New Philosophy of Leadership
It is funny the timing of life. I was looking for another poem and found this one which has been the theme for my blog tonight – Love. A have posted a blog on politicians and love and I see this as the emerging new paradigm reflecting a philosophy of leadership that unifies humanity and serves the people. It is about service above self rather than service to self. We have seen many examples of the latter. The former would include types of selfless people such as: Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Desmond Tutu, Jimmy Carter, Bob Brown, Richard Branson, Dalai Lama, Lao Tzu and so on.
Enjoy.
The Politics of Love
Politics,
The body politic,
The power of influence,
Yet real politics,
Is not the politics of war,
Where decisions are cold and rationale,
A disembodied intellect,
For to conform can never reform the politics of envy,
Into good government.
He has forgotten the heart of the matter,
Is to serve the people,
To serve the highest good,
For this one must return to the philosophy of politics,
That questions his own questions,
As the real question time.
What is the philosophy of politics?
He asks her walking to the Agora,
Is it the one voice that speaks up in the crowd?
Is it the one that upsets the applecart?
That questions the unquestioned norm?
The unprincipled principle?
That seeks the truth with innocent intent,
Transforming criticism into neither right nor wrong but a spiralling enquiry,
That seeks the foundation upon which ideas were constructed.
Is it a leaning Tower of Pisa?
A temporary exhibition of the Eiffel Tower?
Perhaps Twin Towers erecting the power of grandeur?
Yet every tower falls,
For every castle is a sand castle in the wind,
As the belief in permanence erodes time,
For impermanence is the empty hub and not the wheel,
And it is in nothing,
That something arises,
For anything else is truth masquerading at the party,
Truth is always the first casualty of a war mentality based on the fear of nothing.
The Philosopher’s Stone,
Is a metaphor for the original belief,
Set in stone,
For many believed the earth was flat,
Believing that they are right,
They are convinced that their life is secure,
That they know who they are.
For the philosopher is the artist of inquiry,
Who feels for a form that is greater than what is seen,
For this in-forms to feel therefore I am,
He does not require a chisel or a jack hammer to reform hardened forms,
But reforms himself by looking beyond the stone,
Not as an object to be resisted or changed,
But as questions that persistently change the shape of the in-quisition,
For this is what changes what she sees,
And the work of art is not the statue of stone,
But to re-form one self,
Into a new shape that in-forms reality,
For the impossible becomes possible.
The words of books become the canvas on which we paint our world view,
Words the carriers of picture frames,
Thoughts the pixels on screens of belief,
Television is the ultimate frame of reference,
Pictures as footprints in the sands of the mind,
The audience conforms as this is the norm.
Know the frame is not the complete picture,
For there are many frames in a kaleidoscope,
How they are arranged depicts the story of the moving image,
That appears real,
Yet the illusion is the certainty of what we see as the truth of many movements,
Yet truth is beyond the stone walls we construct to protect certainty.
All questions are arrows seeking certainty,
Shifting sands wipe the canvas clean,
How to live in such uncertainty,
Is to not see sands but to feel the winds of change,
To not see the big picture,
But to feel your colours,
As you become part of the tapestry,
Each colour informs the shape seen,
And when there is sufficient distance,
The shape changes into another view point,
And you see that you are the artist of your own creation,
And as you change,
The world changes,
Therefore to be the change you wish to see,
In thought, word, and loving action,
Is the politics of love,
That imagines no heaven or hell,
Accepting change is the paradise of
living freedom.