We all touch one another, one another's body's and minds. It gets all mixed up. We are homogeneous now...like it or not. Shouldn't we accept' one another's foibles? Isn't that what it says to us...loudly?
Who are we to credit, besides 'God' in general, which of his 'political incarnations'? We all already bumped into one another. It's in the fossil record, in the ice core samples, in the genome.
We are 'whirled peas'. Why don't we have 'world peace'? Is it because we are trying to separate the 'peas' from 'the mashed potatoes'? We are so separative as a world. The Father bashed square pegs into round holes. The son had a way with words, a more gentle way.
'Love' is all. Just love one another. What have we done? Certainly not that. Just love. That is the essence. Overlook the ways of others. Over come our judgement's. Preside over a world in 'one peace', rather than 'many pieces', fractured and forever grappling with difficulty.
It's the wrong end of the barrel, we are looking down now...and we are running out of time. But here! Here's a flower! Let me stick it in your 'vase', or 'barrel'! Just love. Be kind to each other. Help each other. Be compassionate toward each other.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: little lovers, by pratikr
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