A land of smiles, of innocence, of corruption, beyond race, beyond color, suffering and prospering, in the grips of pain and joy; a diamond, each soul sparkling for a brief moment, each hope fading into eternity, a land of want and plenty, of war and serenity, of dignity!
…the world
-I.A.T.
…a gift of entreaty
At a certain hour, not now, not ever, neither here, nor there, cast adrift in the garden amid the gales swaying enchanted aspens like quills shimmering the writ of whispers untold, I held his hand!a boy, thine hope, mein Gott! A boy, indivisible, divine eternal. We walked along the crimson grove and the silver heather once Vincent’s path.
and so I held my boy’s hand, only carved with five years’ passage — or was it my father holding my hand? — he turned toward me and asked, “but Daddy, what do you mean when you say that you love me more than anything else in the world?”
For isn’t the domain of love infinite, and is every word spoken not a promise eternally ricocheting to the farthest chambers? So speak the truth Dad, and tell me that you are capable, and that you can love not in quantity, but in sacrifice, without prejudice. Stand before me and let the blood coursing through my veins speak to your bones!that I am you and you are me, together we’re eternity, nay, trinity!
I have come before you in the footsteps of Christ, renewed once more as the Son, and the glow of my potential, the homunculus before you, mein Vater, noble alchemist, is thy charge, the pure-essential mandate provident upon thee…
!like an arrow you are my bow, release me as a lance radiant, serve thy universe, and thy vow on that frigid day!
What would you’ve answered to that question? I looked at him, and felt humbled. I had nothing to say! He waited patiently, and when I finally answered, he smiled.
-I.A.T.
…not here, not there
…we’re all traveling between the mysteries of birth and death. We’re all living the great mystery of life, where every moment, every child, every breath is a miracle.
Whether one’s creed is in the myth of science or the myth of religion, whichever path it may be, one thing is obvious: that we still have no answers. The only choice before us is Faith.
In the link provided Bishop Tutu refers to his faith in his humanity and his divinity; and that he chose to have trust in the mystery, without prejudice, and to accept the miracle of his life and his moments. In such a spirit I humbly invite you to trust in the miracle that has enabled you to read this post and rise to your divinity as Bishop Tutu has done. A divinity that transcends both religion and quanta…
Yet, it’s unfortunate that these conversations regarding faith invariably dwindle to a bitter squabble between the haves and have-nots.
On the one side we have those who have blind faith and the opposing camp consists of those with blind lack of faith. While the battle continues, this farce of a civilization we’ve achieved sinks deeper and deeper into its hypocritical quagmire. Our pretense of intelligence is increasingly confronted with the reality of our inability to heal the festering wounds and ills of humanity.
We humans have tragically lost the cord that tethers us to the fundamentals of life. It is categorically impossible for our feeble minds to accept the mystery and get on with the task at hand, to live a noble life and work to bring light into this world.
-I.A.T
I remember it well…, it has burned its image for all eternity in my searching heart!
Driving across the ancient desert as the sun was setting the twilight sky ablaze, and the distant mountains were transforming into mythical silhouettes, there was one thing on my mind, and only one thing on my whispering lips, a simple mantra: !give us safe passage.
My three-year-old son was in the back seat with a high fever and a pervasive rash covering his entire body. He had just vomited the little he had eaten all day. I was doing about 90 miles per hour in a Range Rover, racing against the clock trying frantically to reach the nearest city. The single-lane highway was treacherous at best, and passing and weaving against oncoming trucks was harrowing to put it mildly.
As night fell, the traffic thinned, and my son’s fever began to drop. He opened his beautiful eyes and smiled, and I realized that we had indeed been granted passage. I was immeasurably relieved, and at that moment something occurred to me: for the past several hours I had been in a state of trance, the world had blurred by, …and what had mattered to me most during this time was my overwhelming desire that I be sacrificed for my son, that his pain be transferred onto me and that I’d see his smile.
Of course I’m not unique in this sentiment. Every parent worthy of the title has the same feeling, every knight aspires to the same loft, and every lover burns with the same anguish.
And so I turned toward my fellow passengers in the car and asked them a simple question: what would they define as the greatest achievement of humankind? What would you?
-I.A.T.
...satellite image of the highway