The Separation between State and Religion

In time we will realize that Democracy is the entitlement of individuals to every right that was in its times alloted to kings. The right to speak and decide, to be treated with decency, to serve and be served by people in a State of “love” that is, to serve with one’s work for the development of ‘life’. To belong to the Kingdom of Human Beings without racial, national, social or academic separations. To love and be loved. To die at the service of the whole and be honored in one’s death, for one’s life and work was legitimately valued. To be graceful and grateful. To have the pride and the humility of being One with the Universe, One with every realm of Existence, One with every living and deceased soul. To treat with dignity and be treated with dignity for One is dignified together with All others and Life itself. To walk the path of compassion, not in the sorrow of guilt but in the pride of being. To take responsability for one’s mistakes and sufferings and stand up again and again like a hero and a heroine and face the struggle that is put at one’s feet and in one’s hands. Millions of people, millions and millions of people might take many generations to realize the consciousness of our humaneness but there is no other dignified path for the human being.

The “work” as I conceive it is psychological and political. Psychology is the connection between the different dimensions within one’s self and Politics is the actualization of that consciousness in our practical lives. Religion is the ceremony that binds the connectedness between the individual and the Universe. The separation between religion, politics and science, the arts and sports is, in the sphere of the social, the reflection of the schizophrenia within the individual and the masses. The dialogue between individuality and the "human" belongs to consciousness. The tendency to develop cults resides in the shortcomings we’are finding in life as it is structured today. “Life” has become the private property of a few priviledged who cannot profit from it because as soon as it is appropriated it stops to be “life” or “life-giving”.

We are all the victims of our own invention and each one is called upon to find solutions. The only problem is believing our selves incapable of finding them. We are now free to use all Systems of knowledge objectively, sharing them without imposing our will on each other. To become objective about our lives means to understand that the institutions that govern its experience are critically important. That we are one with the governments, one with the religious activities that mark its pace, that the arena’s in which we move our bodies and the laboratories in which we explore our possibilities are ALL part and parcel of our own personal responsibility. That WE ARE ONE WITH EACH OTHER AND EVERYTHING AROUND US and acknowledge for ourselves a bond of love in conscious responsibility. That we human beings know ourselves part of each other and are willing and able to act on our behalf for the benefit of each and every individual. That we no longer allow governments, industries, universities or any other institution to run along unchecked by the objective principles of humaneness. That we do not allow gurus to abuse their power or governors to steal the taxes and use them to their personal advantage in detriment of the whole. That we do not allow abuse from anyone anywhere because life is too beautiful to do so and that we are willing to stop the rampant crime with the necessary compassion Conscious knowledge is every individual's right. Conscious action is every individual's duty.

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Sunday 16 January 2011

Long Live Death!

Here am I
A body beyond life
Butterfly of the soul
Spirit

We are still young when death is inconceivable to essence
And fortunate when essence gives way to its dimensions
The moving blood beyond the body
The incommensurable breathe of death closer than life

We are nothing
Because we are everything
When we stop being everything
We are something: nothing

Still with too much skin on the soul
I long for the autumn
The trunk and the branches
Delineating the winter

The tree is not shamed by its nakedness
Why would a human being be shamed by the honesty?

Each day is lived with the same intensity with which the seasons mark their inexorable pace
One finds one’s self
Suddenly
Beyond summer
And holds in one’s soul
What is no longer in the body
Even if it rained too much
Or dried in the desert

It sings
Not a love song but something more firm than emotions
Sweeter than caresses
More solid than penetration

It sings
Not one’s self
But what sings within one’s self

Destiny that extends within
Dark as night
Welcome as rest

And they fall like tears
Those we loved
Left and
Moved on
Like dry leaves
Lit under the Earth’s water

They fall?
They fall in themselves
And leave us their breath
Paint our destiny
Mark the sky with their footprints
And fly towards them selves: Our I

We are no less than the Angels in spring
Or the Gods in winter
But human in the summer and
Androgynous in the autumn

If Earth weren’t heaven and
Heaven, Earth and Hell
How would we ever return to Paradise?

Poetry is death glimpsing at life through each day’s loopholes
Literature, life glimpsing at death through each night’s cracks

Science is the skin of death in the body of life
Religion, death, in the soul of life and
Politics, death, in the spirit of life

Art is death itself
And death, the life of life

It’s death that needs to be resurrected
To give life sense
Death: life to life

Existence is not a straight line from life to death
But lines that meet and fructify
Lines, forces, dimensions
Interconnected within.





 


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