We can say words
But not mean them.
We can speak honourable words,
But not feel them.
For we can sketch the contour of a life,
But not know the content.
For we live in a world of outlines,
Being seen to be,
But not being and then seeing,
Who we really are.
When I lost my father,
I realised the power of love of family,
When I felt his death,
I understood it was peaceful,
And his peace became my peace,
As there are invisible bonds that connect one life to another,
As what you do to another you do to the self.
When I feel pain,
I think of others,
Empathy is not only a word that says
‘I feel’, ‘I stand in their shoes’ to imagine what it is to be them,
It is an expression that feels the other as the self,
For love merges it does not divide,
And when my family is enlargened to include my world family,
Then they become me and I am them,
And I need no duty of care to move me,
For ‘I CARE’ and it becomes my duty of care,
For ‘I CARE’ means:
Courage, Awareness, Respect and Equality
It is to CARE for the World – CARE-W,
For this is my blueprint and name sake.
We speak of fake news,
What of fake duty of care,
Where all is cautioned by legal attack,
Which is another form of bullying to control,
Rather than dialogue to heal the divided soul,
For to take respons-ability is not about doing it all or telling others what to do,
It is about the ability to respond to the problem that is laid at your feet,
It is not about denial, reaction and self protection,
It is about owning what is yours and allowing what is another’s,
Respons-ability drops all defence to allow the truth to cast a light and show The Way,
Illuminating what is so for a greater good.
My dad’s death brought me to the feet of the people called ‘Syrians’,
Those labelled ‘Kurds’,
Those referred to as Afghans’,
Others called ‘Iraqis’,
As I sat quietly with their dilemma,
I wash their feet on my knees
as service seeks to serve
a higher call.
For words of ‘them or us’ do not solve problems
but draw battle lines of scar tissue,
Yet I see the aged lines etched into their distressed and tear stained faces,
For ethnic cleansing is a crime against humanity.
I sit with mothers, fathers,
brothers, sisters, grandparents surviving in the rubble of trouble,
Civilians living in extreme pain,
Civilians feeling extreme strain,
As appointed leaders take
decisions out of their hands,
Civilians are dependent on power brokers that operate as remote viewers detached and unconcerned as the death toll mounts,
For these are not peaceful deaths when killing is instructed in fields of fire and fury for oil wells,
Notions of democracy are unknown as war is not fair and Geneva Conventions are set aside in Just Wars of theorems,
The rules of engagement are challenged in King’s courts without law to enlarge targeting not peaceful resolution,
Force is violent control seeking to win at all costs,
Financiers see only the spoils
of war in gold bullion, central banks and acquired assets,
Without real wealth.
The world is a chess set and monopoly board,
of strategic advances, risk taking, disrupting common sense as gated communities rise with trade walls to protect property rights not human rights.
Government’s look at geopolitical fracture lines that profit remote masters pulling string theories,
As humanity becomes a chaos theory experiment,
Not human evolution as a testament to truth and reconciliation,
Death is a statistic of depopulation not a linkage of hands, hearts and tears crying out to change an old World Order that is not New,
The human elemental is ignored, undermined, dismissed as collateral damage is a catastrophe,
Yet if it was your family you would scream ‘bloody murder’
yet another’s is ‘tragically necessary’.
I ask empathetically, ‘is it true’?
I sit silently as death becomes the friend that visits me as empathy,
Death is the invisible hand
reaching out to me to reveal my love of all life,
As life never dies it transforms
to amplify love across the thin veil,
For love can never be killed as only love is real,
It is the sacred seal opening to those who know,
To show the blind horseman on the blind horse that he is heading towards the abyss of his own making.
For the power of love has no need for control,
The power of love doesn’t need to know or predict,
The power of love simply extends a hand to understand the lay of the land,
To pull you in from dark places,
To be the spark of light that keeps you going,
To show you The Way home gently,
For home is where your heart is,
The heart is the portal opening homeward bound.
For all are homeless until they let go of control,
As endless wars are superfluous for the many,
Endless wars are unresolved inner conflicts ignored,
They are mantras in endless battlefields seeking to win an end game only to begin again,
And those who profit are the biggest losers in the battle for Armageddon,
For was it not said: ‘the meek shall inherit the earth’?
The egoless, the humble, the empty of anger, devoid of hatred and revenge,
For to win was always to lose the biggest battle,
For what you do to another returns to the self.
To thine own self be true
as night follows day
You shall not bear false witness
against your neighbour.
For you are your neighbours keeper no matter faith, creed or colour,
For you are falsifying witnesses in secret societies,
For all is seen in the unseen,
And all accounts balance in The End,
And this is the resurrection of truth not sacred law.
‘Loving what is’ is the ultimate truth
Unconditional love is a never ending love story
not an endless sermon on the mount infinitem,
It is to live the truth not speak it
as only actions speak louder than mere words,
And your words ring empty when not lived.
For Me and my Father are ONE,
And his death is the resurrection of humanity,
For he is every father,
He is every mother,
He is every grandparent,
And we are ONE family under the sun dial casting a shadow and calling it time for there is no time like the present,
And this is an eternal bond that cannot be broken, manipulated or deemed trans humanism.
Humanity was ‘The Experiment’ in truth,
For it is the truth of love that sets you free to see in reality your humanity as the golden ratio,
Phi is the spiral circling the square of containment uniting
Elucid, Plato and Leonardo Divinci (da Vinci‘s)
in infinite possibilities