What is the True Value of Virtue?

WHAT IS THE TRUE VALUE OF VIRTUE?

What is integrity
without honesty?

What is honesty
without ethics?

What are ethics
without values?

For integrity, honesty and ethics
Is the meaning that defines your life,
It has nothing to do with plagiarism,
As all life is copied and replicated,
It is not an algorithm of stepwise procedures,
For life is not a linear equation calculated,
It is the rhythm of a Singer with virtuous tone,
That forms the foundation stone,
A standing stone encircling the precision of the equinoxes,
Reminding us that the winter solstice,
Completes the circle every 26,000 years,
As the left and the right hemispheres are opposite,
Marking new beginnings and departures,
As the sublime becomes the ridiculous.

Social harmony sings the one song,
It is the highest key note without speech,
It only sings to touch all hearts and minds,
Making sure no-one is out of reach,
For this is the one song where all reach for their highest peak in perfect pitch,
For lies tear us apart in a rift valley,
As my heart has been crying a long time,
Mourning integrity, honesty and ethics with no in-sight,
As a prism becomes a prison with no light.

Conflict and abuse are opposites,
One is misunderstanding,
The other is the misuse of power,
One seeks resolution,
The other looks for outcomes that pay off
The highest self interest.

As I stare into my space,
I wonder at the solar system,
I ponder space and time,
Einstein’s relativity in search of the absolute,
For who can be resolute in righteousness?
Who can be absolute in incompleteness?
When you cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it,
The middle ground is the space between conflict parties to risk all in no-mans land,
For no-one wins when both lose the meaning,
When valour becomes winning at all costs,
When courage ignores all cries for help,
When truth is in denial,
For this is not a river in Egypt,
Nor can arti-facts be hidden in the King’s chamber,
For Tutankhamun restored the gods image,
Resurrecting diplomacy over aggression,
As harmony was perceived as a strength not a weakness to exploit.

As I look into the mirror of reflection,
I toss a pebble and watch the ripples radiate,
I wonder can love spin and get nowhere?
I stare into a distant future that has no horizon,
For it is beyond my line of sight,
It is a world beyond what is wrong or right,
It is a place of great clarity and charity,
It is a home that has a heart,
For why do we put the cart before the horse?
Why race horses in unequal courses?
When kindness can be the first thought not the last,
For that is to win/win before the start,
As I look into the past I can feel no peace in sounds of silence,
Perhaps this is one hand clapping,
As the power of silence is deafening in-difference,
Indifference is a quarantined difference,
Corralling diversity as a wild card,
Yet purpose is the labyrinth seeking the epicentre in meditation on meaning,
As a puzzle re-solved using a turnkey re-fit,
As completion completes the cycle of abuse with a final question,
Is it better to be right or happy?
The answer will define the future of children,
Will they learn to see the world anew?

Mohandas Gandhi

“My life is my message.”

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