Open Poem to the World
In which I pose that eternal Dr. Phil-type question to Man, "What exactly IS your problem?"
Why can’t Man be noble, generous & good? I mean, what’s his deal, what’s his problem? What’s to be (or not to be) come of this brood of monkeymind cavemen? He’s had 1000s of years to work on himself, like Michelangelo’s chisel tapping away at the slab of his unconscious marble brain & still, to this day, he’s no better than a sinister spider weaving an electronic web to encode our every move, or a selfish ape wailing: "get me, do me, now!" For 1000s of years he created religions to worship a higher being under different names and different prophets --or have religions created man?—and fractured us into 7 billion pieces, reaping glorious profits while from their pulpits the brainwashing never ceases. He alone of all the creatures roaming the earth—despite hearing the Golden Rule-- has the brazen audacity to think he’s a king, when in reality, he’s only a fool. And while he busies himself creating bombs, surveillance, bioweapons and AK-47 rifles, he’s the only creature that delights in killing its own kind over the paltriest trifles. The only one who’s able to create stupendous cities, and raging rivers of cash; nuclear hell bombs which can blow all this away in a roaring, blinding flash! The only being that has to pay to live on his own planet! If there are beings from other worlds, who look upon this whirling stage, I’m sure they’re amused by all the senseless tasks that feed our petty rage. Yet we are capable of the most benevolent mercies, selfless devotions; enough love and gratitude that would make even the toughest men weep oceans. That it makes me wonder why he won’t allow himself to walk this shining path, and make a prosperous world for all? It’s pretty easy; just do the math. Hasn’t he realized his dust-like presence on this 3d stage? How pointless it is to wring one’s hands in anxiety and rage? Awake to the marvels of our bodies which are a magical synthesis of every other life form, yet contains a spark of its Creator etched upon our hearts, the laser which records each moment onto our crystal souls, only to be played back upon its release, upon its blissful reunion with the ONE whose star-spangled, galaxy-filled body, enfolds and sustains our every waking moment, flying through a Universe in which we live for free! Awake to the marvels of the Universe which are divinely flashing, swirling whirling thoughts of God spreading joyfully throughout its ethereal body! Awake to the wonders of our creations, extensions of our bodies in which we experience our divinity, admiring our works as they live before our very eyes. And know that our body is just a biodegradable spacesuit grown over our souls’ shining orb, one of the stars thought into existence by the One. Give thanks to the Creator who created us before any religions were created! How many 1000s of years will it take for monkeyman and cavewoman to realize we have the power to change this darkening day into Earth’s finest hour? Oh Mankind (of sort of) if only you could see this world with a different pair of eyes; your efforts could change this world from hell into Paradise! Oh (In)humanity, if only you could release your sadistic grip on this world, you still might have a chance at being noble, generous and good.
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