- In the growing light of common understanding, human beings
are waking and walking and talking together all over the world. We are
immigrants to the interior landscape of a sweet implacable revelation:
this planet is ours. We know now that our world deeply longs to belong
to us- the lovers and givers and sharers and makers. Life itself secretly
and openly nourishes the sacred schemes of those who fearlessly encompass
all that is and all that must come into being. The thick subconscious spell
of ancient conditioning evaporates from minds and hearts opening into the
sunlight of our indivisibility. The long terrible grip of historical repetitive
motion syndrome weakens perceptibly by the day. In the far-off yet dimly
perceivable distance, the spires and great green trees of the City of Peace
rise above the grey brown pall of the communal wastelands of the present.
Behind us stretches the old age of time when there was room to kill, room
to ruin, room to push and crush and shove aside and plunder. Before us
stretches an altogether different prospect. We can see ahead to the realization
of the beautiful and rational future we are fashioning by hand, inch by
inch, here and now.
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- We understand, finally, that all our human conditions
have arisen from unspoken, unawakened and previously unconscious agreements.
We are not obliged to continue to generate madness, poverty and destruction
for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We ourselves were asleep at all the wheels,
which have been turning our human world in tandem, and not at random. Now
we emerge from the habitual trance of paralyzed collective will, and knit
ourselves together in ever-increasing light and love and power. The wrecking
reign of the pinched, parched and predatory is painfully coming to an end.
We see them trampling over the corpses of our children. We see them bulldozing
the gardens of earthly delights. We see them dangling on the hook of steely-eyed
lies, writhing and wriggling in the light of humanity's eyes. And in our
awareness is their certain demise.
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- New consciousness must inherit the monumental effects
of generations of thoughtless cruelty: the accumulated wages of the ages
of ignorance. We admit the evidence; we ignore and deny nothing. We fully
accept the reality of innumerable difficulties and inevitable setbacks
on the path to manifested maturity. Our species' reconciliation with the
whole of existence will be a work so vast that no individual could even
begin to imagine the details. Yet together we can and do and will imagine
it. We do not minimize the necessary sacrifices ahead, nor naively suppose
that the work of externalizing our understanding will be short. The rebuilding
of a world is the work of generations. Nevertheless, starting with ourselves,
we can see that our common determination is nothing less than to insist
on the mending of the broken, the purification of the polluted, the healing
of the sick, and the freeing of the enslaved. We begin from where we are,
here and now, and we will go on beginning. Until the time comes when our
one and only, lovely lonely world, belongs at last to each and every one
of us.
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- ONE
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- One Life---
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- and the myriad interwoven prismatic reflections
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- intricately moving in place
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- One Love---
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- condensing into the infinite
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- singularities:
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- these mysteries of individualities
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- One Light---
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- awakening inside spheres of rapidly vibrating
substances:
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- rings-pass-not
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- capturing the uniqueness of the
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- Self-made selves.
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- Is there an explanation
for this?
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- Perhaps only that
all our joys
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- and all our sorrows
are
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- a single flower
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- whose root lies
buried in
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- the heart of the
sky
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- The night and the
day being
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- at one in the origin
of the two
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- and the lighted
mind being wedded forever
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- to the darkness
of the still-unknown:
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- the only certain
name
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- remaining to any
of us is -
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- Longing
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- There
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- where the past was
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- memory is better
than nothing at all
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- But the arrow Now
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- points only beyond
itself
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- and ever and always
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- beyond any 'this'
or 'here'
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- The point then -
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- is what will come
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- and how we will
be together in
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- the as-yet-unmanifested
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- Inevitable
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- And when that 'then'
is 'now'
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- we will be
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- who? and where?
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- Space is malleable
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- and Time no clock:
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- we will breathe
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- into beautiful shapes
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- these forms of
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- Life and Light and
Love
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- which are to come
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- All minds and hearts
and hands
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- now fashion the
chalices
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- build the patterns
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- and carefully assemble
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- the multidimensional
circuitries
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- Shall we then be beings
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- of utmost
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- innermost
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- kindliness?
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- Shall we
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- in the communion of fearless spirits
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- build
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- beautiful worlds?
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- Shall we become
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- mutually appreciative
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- radiant personas
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- whose masks hide
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- nothing
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- but Love itself?
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- Life says: YES
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- LABOR FOR THIS
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- Because there is
only the
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- One-and-the-ones
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- Creation is a singleness
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- refracted
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- a vast Unity and
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- The Self-same unity
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- multiplied discrete
particular
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- There is only one
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- number here
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- Counting means -
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- counting how many
ones
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- One makes
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- And what of all
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- our accountings
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- of ourselves and
others?
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- These are One Voice
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- Who then
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- shall we belittle-
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- who shall we magnify?
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- To whom shall we
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- explain and defend
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- ourselvesÑ
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- we
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- whose very name
is -
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- The Unfinished One?
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