1/30/06 04:07 am - Poem
This is a poem I wrote around May 11, 2004, I just recently found it and updated it (by tweaking a few words). I hope you like it.
I'm distressed
I mourn for the world
the one world which we share
the world which we are collectively killing
for it is sick, diseased, dying
plagued by fear, and fear's offspring, hate
what makes me the most sick, though
is that WE are killing it
OUR hate, OUR fear, are what will bring our OWN demise
The solution, the answer, the cure
is so simple, so simple that in 5,000 years we havn't understood it
the solution, the answer, the cure is love
love concours fear
love concours hate
and, yet, many of us are afraid to love
afraid of opening ourselves up to pain
afraid of being compassionate
but why must we hate?
why must we concede to hate?
for hate, fear, sin, are concious decisions
we should not concede to them but stop them in their path
does it not stand to reason, that if we allowed ourselves to love fully, without fear of pain, that there would be no room for hate in the world?
men obfuscate love
we tangle it with all sorts of custom meanings
and twist it with lust
true love is lending your lawn mower to a neighbor who's is broken
true love is helping a fragile old lady carry her mounds of groceries
true love is giving of yourself and expecting nothing in return
but giving of yourself because it is good to do so
a cynic expects nothing, and therefore gives nothing
but a person who loves gives simply because it is good to do so
I'm distressed
I mourn for the world
the one world which we share
the world which we are collectively killing
for it is sick, diseased, dying
plagued by fear, and fear's offspring, hate
what makes me the most sick, though
is that WE are killing it
OUR hate, OUR fear, are what will bring our OWN demise
The solution, the answer, the cure
is so simple, so simple that in 5,000 years we havn't understood it
the solution, the answer, the cure is love
love concours fear
love concours hate
and, yet, many of us are afraid to love
afraid of opening ourselves up to pain
afraid of being compassionate
but why must we hate?
why must we concede to hate?
for hate, fear, sin, are concious decisions
we should not concede to them but stop them in their path
does it not stand to reason, that if we allowed ourselves to love fully, without fear of pain, that there would be no room for hate in the world?
men obfuscate love
we tangle it with all sorts of custom meanings
and twist it with lust
true love is lending your lawn mower to a neighbor who's is broken
true love is helping a fragile old lady carry her mounds of groceries
true love is giving of yourself and expecting nothing in return
but giving of yourself because it is good to do so
a cynic expects nothing, and therefore gives nothing
but a person who loves gives simply because it is good to do so
