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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Monday, 28 June 2010

Elena



I come like a winter
To the door of your soul
And beg you like a summer
To shine once more
Red, bright and thick
Pouring out of myself
As if it was a gift
Happy today
with some help
Happy to be
so strange!
You rest in my heart like pigeons in the nest
And when I grow up
You’ll fly like a bird
There are some my love
That do not know how to hold love
They are so hurt
That they don’t know what it is like to be healed
And yet in their pain,
love Springs
No one is more than anybody else
No one is more
or less
Those who think they are better
Don’t know THAT better is worse
I sit in the nothingness
With too much pain
To enjoy the emptiness
But enough joy
To never leave
I sit in the nothingness
Sometimes
When I’m lucky enough
To be by my self
I sit in the nothingness
When I’m strong enough
To let go
And die
One day
You’ll know
Without doubt
That you are loved
That day
You’ll know
Never to turn against love
There’s no love
Where abandonment flourishes
That can’t be Zen
No matter how cool the smile is
Nothing makes people as angry
As laughter
But who could not laugh
When they’re trying to destroy you
With made up lies
Let them win if they’ve got the power
But let me laugh my self to death
Before granting them a speck of my soul
Let them win their lovelessness
For what else is such power?
You rest in my heart
And play in my head
You sleep in my arms
And die in my soul
But live forever in the spirit
Braveness is capable
Of fighting without
Killing
What is brave is Face
Tell me your majesty
What hurt you so
That you’ve
Closed the door?
Tell me,
Tell me your Majesty
What could have I touched
That bolted the door?
I do not kneel before you
Because begging is my job
I kneel
To love
I do not beg your majesty
To love me but to love
Were you to love
You could not leave me out
There is no Kingdom in separation
There are in the leaves
Raindrops
Falling at your knees
And for all their falling
Don’t ask them to kneel
But honor their gift
To thee
There is nothing
No reason or justification
For fire to ignite in a tree
But once in fire
Let it be free
Stop running from fire
Pretending you’ve got it inside
Burn like the Sun
If you’ve got any Light
Love
Like light
Does not burn
But in its fire
Everything else
Is destroyed
Please your majesty
Do not be afraid
To be loved
Please your majesty
If I behave like a beast
Don’t let that keep you from seeing the beauty
I bet you could almost be my daughter
And you’ve walked yourself into the lion’s den
And never said your age hoping you’d get away with hell
But you did get away with hell
Terrified of embracing heaven
And your majesty is great,
Think no less of it
But you’re so rooted on Earth
That you won’t let your wings spread
Your wings,
Your wings can’t fly if they’re afraid of love.
Love, not love
A Love that does not turn its head away.
Love,
And in the comfort of this earth
You think you’re so rich to turn your back
And walk away?
You think you can make of a child’s pain
An adult’s hell?
Where are you so wise that you cannot recognize the price?
Not to you, no, it’s not a debt
It’s an offense
To have put the face of hell
In my vein
And leave convinced that you’ve played your turn.
It is not love if you do not want it to be love
I do not beg if you do not want to give
I let you be if you want to go away
But I speak
Even if you turn your head away
May you find joy in your own presence
Each day of your life
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