Here is an oldie from last spring. It's from a new book that's in production.
Last night, we talked about some pretty serious stuff over dinner.
Perhaps most serious was our discussion on what we as individuals can do to derail the high likelyhood of a true World War in the not to distant future.
The conversation led me to this piece out of a new book that I'm about to finish.
"I’m not quite sure why our hearts need to be awakened. Did we allow them to go to sleep as we became small adults, or does our heart lie dormant awaiting its time to blossom?
Either way, most of us know or have experienced a glimpse of the awakened heart. Perhaps it was the death of our father, or the death of a sister or brother. Perhaps it was your own near death.
Perhaps it was not death that awakened your heart.
Perhaps it was life as found in the new born babe.
Perhaps it was the care that was given to you as a child.
Perhaps it was the love of your partner.
Perhaps it was the love that you gave,
when you wanted to hurt because you were hurt.
And you saw your error.
And your heart awakened.
I think we all know that the love we have for our partners
is often not love.
I think we understand that the love we have for our children and parents
is often not real love.
I think we comprehend that the love we have for our friends and neighbors
is generally not love.
Many times our love is self serving.
Many times our love is charm and charisma.
Many times our love is just a good idea.
The love of the awakened heart is something different.
The love of the awakened heart is not the love of your self importance.
The love of the awakened heart is not the love of sentimentality.
The love of the awakened heart is not the love of your own goodness,
of your own forthrightness,
of your respect for others,
or of your honor to your own words and commitments.
The love of the awakened heart is the natural state of a child
who is not lost in the mystery of the sea of our knowing.
The love of the awakened heart is the love for a woman
who left you for another man.
It is the love for a man who left you without an education or youth.
It is the love for a father who touched you and violated you.
It is the love for a mother who had no time for you.
It is the love for a boss who treats you like a simpleton.
It is the love of a red light on a busy day.
It is the love of a bee sting.
It is the love of a blue sky that turns stormy,
and rains on your parade and party.
It is the love of your enemy,
Who would kill you if he had a chance."
Jesus said in the 5th chapter of Matthew,
Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy.
But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye?
Do not even the publicans the same?
Perhaps the first thing we do to derail this coming calamity
is look within ourselves.
Then, we look at our Cultural Super Ego.
Then we see ourselves for what we have become.
With and without the "Re".