People on one ‘side’ killing people on the other ‘side’.
Each ‘side’ claiming that they are right.
Each ‘side’ holding onto ancient pain, each ‘side’ unwilling be the first to let go, coming up with all the reasons in the world why they can't and won't.
A tragic tale as old as humanity itself.
When will we wake up to the obvious fact that we are all the same Consciousness in disguise?
That no matter who we think we are, no matter how we appear, beyond our stories and histories, our religions, our nationalities, our beliefs, the colour of our skin, our heavy pasts and uncertain futures, we are all expressions of the One life?
That in truth there are no Israelis or Palestinians, Jews or Christians, Muslims or Buddhists, atheists or agnostics, Republicans or Democrats, gurus or disciples, that those images can never define us.
That who we truly are at the most fundamental level is indefinable, mysterious, never fixed or separate, never identified with an image, just as the vast ocean can never be defined by its waves.
Consciousness has no religion and no nationality.
It gives birth to light and dark, the yin and yang of the ever-changing dream world.
As consciousness itself,
when we hurt each other,
we are only hurting our own brothers and sisters, our own kin, waves of ourselves.
We are only fighting reflections of our original Face.
We are only killing the ones we love, ancient friends from long ago.
Outer war has never lead to inner peace.
How much more bloodshed?
How much more pain?
How many more men, women, and children must disappear into infinity before we wake up?
That bleeding child is my own.
The circle of life takes no 'sides'.
ps/smoh
love light and peace
