Thoughts on Violence and Love

There is cold violence

And cold eyes

Staring blindly into a world of illusion

A self-created world tainted by vengeance

And wrath,

And there is such precise action,

Such power, such cunning control;

Vast crowds believe

The one-sided words,

The rotting stories and promises

Of cleansing action

Which indeed cleanse not

But only perpetuate

This cycle of misery and pride.

All are innocent

Like small children,

Acting in reaction

To a disturbance,

Protecting themselves

The only way they know how.

Except, now, these impulses

Are disguised in fancy words

Designed to impress

And persuade a gullible group.

Engaging not

In these stories

Fuelled by pain

We stand and smile—

We will stand in peace,

In peaceful strength

Fuelled by wisdom,

Not hate, not anger,

Not in reaction,

But in a different world,

A world in Love.

The angry man

Strikes with a fist

And gets nothing

But air—

Untouchable is Love,

So foreign from anger,

So pure and clean,

So vast and timeless—

Faith is knowing

That Love is the Ground.

Love cannot be harmed

By thought-driven acts,

By physical motion—

Anger requires a story

Which fuels its fire,

Love has no time,

No memory,

No past, present, future,

But is timeless Life,

Shining Life.

Faith is knowing

That Love discriminates not,

But permeates all

And everyone—

If blindness will awaken

To light,

The light must shine brighter,

Blindingly bright,

Like the sun,

But not with fire,

But with Love.

The fire of Love.

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Duality No.3