Collective Unrest

 

The Whole Thing is a Temple

July 18, 2018

Two elements burning in the hearts of stars.
The presence of a third, the movement of the molecule.
Two chemicals turned into one hundred and eighteen. Call them everything.

The sun is just another star burning, turning, floating in space.
How many stars have spheres circling around them without end?
The stone we live on brought forth life, and time. Call it the rock of ages.

There was no celebration for the appearance of the atmosphere.
There was not a single pair of eyes to watch the filling of the ocean.
Tectonic plates crumble and grind over a molten sea. Call it movement.

In the rock below our feet lie the bones of life that used to be.
Today a land of leveled trees, ocean of plastic, ground of concrete.
A bad habit, creating over the world that created us. Call it ungrateful.

Home wasn’t built around the planting of a flag but the planting of seeds.
There was no more wandering. We found safety, comfort, and family.
Homes create the village, towns the city, man – humanity. Call it community.

Many Empires have fallen and others have risen up.
Where is the nation that all human beings can call home?
Where is the God that loves each and all? Call it the great mystery.

The carriers of The Cross had their manifest destiny;
“This is for Christ’s church, for love.” No love to see.
Sharing the word by the point of a sword. Call it force.

“There is only one God and Muhammad is his prophet.”
Bowed heads five times a day to the just, the merciful.
Black flags mix in the dust of the innocent. Call it death.

Are we going to be punished for all that we have done?
Is there a God above hanging justice over our heads?
Bring justice upon ourselves by learning, by changing. Call it forgiveness.

Wake up! We have been falling for the Pharaohs old trick.
“Let the slaves fight amongst each other,” he says.
Pharaoh no longer exists; the pyramids are piles of stones. Call it freedom.

See everyone as a sister, as a brother, as a lover.
See everybody breathing, in, out, equally. Look for the source.
See every-body created by nature. Call it Mother.

Her embrace does not leave you the day you are born, never leaves in life.
Questions: When was the last time you beat your heart? Grew your hair?
Healed your wounds? Do you do that? Call it love from outside.

Beautiful Mother, how mysteriously she brings all of this into being.
The shining of the sun, the peel of the orange, the field, the flower.
What flower are you? What field are you in? Call it waking up.

We, are not only those here, but those that have been, and those coming too.
We, is more than You and I, We is the whole, there is no other.
What is an idea? A nation? A religion? Call it not you, not Us.

We have been wrong looking for the golden gate at the end of the road.
Wrong in thinking that creation is pointing towards something, going somewhere.
The point of life is to live. It is here, now, there are no rules. Call it self-governance.

Stop thinking about yourself and you’ll see everyone else thinking.
See all thoughts as one thought. See all events as one event.
All things are One thing. Call it home. Call it safety.

 

Kevin Hujing, Santa Barbara

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