Ah, suffering,
tragedy of its presence,
the burdens we carry;
And I tire so,
the weight becomes far too heavy.
Rest, God, just a moments rest.
Oh Why God?
The question thus unanswered.
Im still trying to understand the last 2 1&Mac218;2 years.
I find moments of meaning along the way,
treasured pebbles along a broken road.
The cohesive mystery, it remains.
For I have not yet made sense of it.
Yes, We Humans suffer together.
As we seek meaning,
there it is.
In my compassion,
In our connection,
In the love we know goes on.
You just turn lemons into lemonade.
And there still,
a suffering no one should ever endure.
I dont care what youve done.
Its ironic how organized religion has become the antithesis of its original purpose. Discard those old institutions if they no longer illuminate Truth.
Believe meyou know.
A structure, once appropriate for its time, never will. Who created the religion?
It became an impediment for me,
blocking out the Light;
When I walk around it,
Then I Know God.
I Am as I Am.
Eventually, each one of us will pronounce this Truth.
Unionnot a far-away God.
In the trees, on our road,
In the space between,
and the substance.
Harmony does not just exist in music,
the souls language,
I am in love with a tree,
as I kiss her,
I embrace my brother,
as I touch him,
my heart speaks to my sister.
They are one and the same.
I am in love with Life.
Have you ever had a conversation with a spring-time maple?
Shhh
Thank you for that rich syrup you bring into my world.
Everyone ought to know about falling in love with trees. I cannot even kill an ant on my jar of honey. It wont hurt or bother me, its an ant life, short and treacherous but sweet nonetheless, let it be. I can share my home with it.
How is it that the Bible declares us sinners? What would Christ have said?
What would Humanity At Its Fullest Potential believe and teach? I think he must have loved trees. He reflected Truth, he knew God, he knew himself Divine. His spirit was Life, and he showed us who we could be. He was crucified to show us Truth; we keep Living, our love goes on, and we suffer. He certainly believed in something; We Humans must have been worth the sacrifice. Where did the hope come from? How did he Know there would be meaning and good from it? What was there for him to believe in?
Hell is certainly what Christ saved us from,
What no soul should ever have to endure.
The Lie that we are hated.
Suffering in the Truth of Love,
lends a beautiful note to our melody.