From Abuse to a Harmonic Convergence of Truth
FROM ABUSE TO A HARMONIC CONVERGENCE OF TRUTH
Can you hear me?
I am writing to you but there is no sound.
Can you stand with me?
Or will you bury your head in the sand?
Can you allow me to be who I am?
Or will you deny my right to life?
For abuse is all pervasive and I am waking up,
As if from a long sleep,
It feels like a long march,
But I am not extracting salt from the sea at Dandi,
Yet many profit from ignoring pleas for help,
they are not the salt of the earth!
Nor are they sequestering treatment as equals.
Today in not a modern age,
We are still in the dark ages,
When corruption and tyranny are parity,
We are still asking for equality,
We are still asking for the right to life,
We are still seeking input into one sided paradigms,
Yet when will democracy be realised
as harmony in truth?
I have been to the edge of my life,
I have looked over the edge,
It is sobering,
It is a still point,
It is a point of no return,
If you choose,
silence.
I wonder at intolerance as authority,
I wonder at cowardice as silence,
I wonder at bullying as control,
And I see still we are dealing with unquestioned power.
Still we respond to money not love,
Still we pollute the planet,
Still we leave the poor on the streets without a blanket,
Blanket coverage is not the news,
How can this still be possible when drafting a Universal Declaration
of Human Rights?
What would Eleanor Roosevelt make of the present time?
1 minute to midnight?
What would the drafters of the Magna Carta think
of kings without real gold?
Shifting digits on balance sheets without making real goods with service,
The king makers are architects of perception,
They are not the wing makers of inspiration,
Kings are the ones that hold the gold but do not give a dime,
They have the power to corrupt endless media spin as sublime,
They are respected for wealth considered the epitome of success,
Yet integrity is valued less,
Why is this so asks Michelangelo?
For he carved angels out of hard marble,
He created from imagination not greed,
For inspiration and creative intention is the seed
in this hour of great change,
Who will walk across the global stage?
Who will turn to a new page?
So now I must turn to higher thoughts as the low echelon
cannot pick up the true frequency of change,
I must tune into the good, the holy and the beautiful,
As my heart uplifts to a new perspective on mountains with 360 degree views,
Where above is below,
To give is to grow
in stature not statues,
To take is to never know the real nomenclature,
The beauty of the one life in motion,
Is nameless,
Recycling good fortunes e-motion,
As the glint in a child’s smiling eye is a potential future
worth living.
The tendency is to look at what is wrong,
But I am NOT going into that narrative,
It is an endless spiral down a rabbit hole that only finds the mad hatter,
No – I will go to the truth for shelter as my ladder,
I will go to love for comfort,
But I will never go to defeat,
For that is a zero sum game with no winners,
I must spin to find resonant rotation of earth’s harmony,
For the planet knows cooperation is symmetry,
The planet glows with universal telemetry,
For the sum of the parts knows the whole,
Nothing is missed,
Nor is there a missing link,
Nothing is forgotten or left out,
Only refined adjustments as homeostasis
transmutes love in re-newable action,
For this is the action of love transmitting,
And this circulation benefits every life form without exception,
As temperature informs change,
Change informs genetic preference,
Harmony is a dance not a directive,
Sensing the highest goodness of fit without a test,
It is magnificent,
It is efficient,
Using least energy for the highest output,
Singing the one song without praise or preference,
Functioning, adapting and sustaining life without profit or motive,
Propheting from a sustainable life as the very Self,
Vibrating with good health,
For the universe knows not the economies of scale permutated by humanity,
The universe works for free and operates in a frequency that grows,
For it knows we live in concert,
For sound and light are the spiraling blueprint of miracles,
And only deep listening can enable you to hear the soundless,
To move past fear and tears,
For all life is magical and inspirational when you let go,
It flowers, permeates, vibrates, moves, grooves in ancient encodings,
Long before psychological loadings,
Innocence lives without fear,
Patterns weave without tears,
Pattern makes know only harmony and laces of love,
For this is mantra of the new epoch,
That will not dominant but engrave,
For we are the nature and nurture of great depth,
Loving the natural world as the real wealth.
There is a resurgence,
An emergence from ignorance,
A convergence into what serves,
For you are asked to take responsibility for your life,
You are asked to come into calibration with all life,
For only then will you have known,
The happiness of living in harmony
with all life
as your own
and this is the meaning of
‘know thyself and be true’
The real YOU.