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, 29 November 2009

Poem - Elena- A poem at dawn


281. Elena - November 21, 2009 [Edit]

Life: a poem at dawn
I said I wouldn’t hurt you
Why are you hurting?
Is silence better than dialogue?
Or did you give up on me for being too different to what you imagined?
Too wild?
Did I hurt you?
Don’t you know in your heart that I cannot?
That if the land’s been broken to open new roads the pain was there for freeing?
And if you’ve taught me to fly beyond time what makes you think that I am unable to take you beyond space?
Why run after greeting love?
Or is it not love for you?
Do you deny it now?
And hurt your self more than I or anyone else could?
Didn’t you say we’re in an oracle?
Did you think you were the handle?
Why do we expect a harvest from each other’s soul
Without tilling in each other’s ground?
What makes you think our soul is softer than soil
that the tilling can be done without crushing and breaking?
There is no masochism or sadism in moving within each other’s realm
It’s not about that
we are not in a Cult
But there’s no culture without the mixing and turning,
And no love without culture
The living process is under cosmic laws
Your life, my life,
Our lives,
There’s only love and yet love of all kinds
In the nature of wounds
The woundless love is beyond
In galaxy’s laws
You might play mother today
And child tomorrow:
What’s wrong with that?
And woman, what’s wrong with the woman to woman
When we’ve already grown?
What’s wrong with looking out into the void of each other’s losses?
Like wild horses we are willing to catch for the ride
Unknowing how wild
And yet,
in helping me hold them
Don’t you realize how tame they’ve become?
Why deny?
How can my brokenness hurt you when you yourself healed me?
You willingly offered a chair that I willingly accepted
What made you afraid of my sitting already hosting me?
Who told you it was not healthily grounded? I dare you tell me, who hurt you? Not I.
Is it the words?
Their length or their reach
Their meaning or their forming?
Tell me, why fear the spaces in between?
Or my Death? Is that what frightened you?
My death that looks out from inside
Like the Sun looks in from outside?
Why fear it when it is no less Conscious than Sunlight?
For when we stop being afraid of the dark
And know that black is only in ignorance
We finally rest within life
and become.
* * *
You’ve given birth to life
why fear it now that it’s alive?
Love grows like grass
falls from the sky like rain
breaths in and out like air
and waters down each riverbed.
How can I stop its fire from burning?
What is there that you can’t forgive?
Why have you put a limit to your being?
A stop to our becoming
Are you afraid of my knowing and loving you less?
I do know… and love after knowing
no less
Why can’t I also hold you?
Did you think you couldn’t break and
once broken run and hide behind?
too young?
That we’re not meant to till the ground
to go beyond
Paradise?
It is not like a flood,
not like before
and not like a storm
I am too old
It is like a tapestry
on which I sew
a poem at dawn
But if you truly wish me to stop
you would be kind to
let me know.
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