[This one is inspired by my recent viewing of the movie Interstellar. It could be considered a spoiler, so don’t read if you haven’t seen the movie. However, it’s not really that specific and in a way would play into a viewing of the movie interestingly. So go ahead and read, then watch, if you want.]
Gravity’s gracious angels
Hold out hands of love
Over time and space to
Show us just how much
They care for our well-being.
Give up hate.
In a dream I sat with the teacher
at a large bay window full of light.
He said: we all serve some agency—
from the lowest order to the highest.
In this world the most powerful
agency is currently Eros/Cupid.
I said: that is unfortunate.
It should be Agape/Charity.
Richer by rows
You read and I
Seed with these
Thoughts of how
All ought to be
Lined by love’s
Lucidity in an
New stories in an
Every bird’s end is boring:
Another heap of hollow bone and
Rotting feathers just waiting to
Turn back into stone; yet to
Have flown sunward and sing
Even for a single moment of
All soaring means—to feel the
Veracity of life lived fully in
Eternal love with being—leaves
No corpse but a blessed memory.
Then we woke up, and we remembered
all that we had been so that we might
love one another with Pure Compassion
as only they who know what it is like
can—free of judgment and recrimination—
ready to begin the Great Work of Healing,
become the Beautiful Creators we truly are.
[ As a way of saying thank you for receiving 200 likes. 🙂 ]
Incrementally to be
Known in its overwhelming
Extent, as drops become ocean.