Sowing the seeds, an end to need, and the politics of greed — with love.
Time to eat all your words, swallow your pride, open your eyes.
High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man.
Sowing the seeds of love, the seeds of love…and I believe in love power, love power, love power.
~ Tears for Fears, “Sowing the Seeds of Love”
The seed can be that tiniest of things from which magnificence bursts forth into expression. What’s required for growth is to take that seed, plant it in something suitable and fertile which will enable it to root and take hold, while it waits for the inborn call to power itself into life. While we wait to see what will come, we must tend to the tiny bit of life with loving thoughts and blessings, we must water and feed it, and as much as possible, we must keep predators at bay to guarantee its successful birth.
This time we’re living in feels like that to me — in need of nourishment, nurturing, and protection. We are poised on the threshold of a new day, however tenuously, and only we have the power to make manifest the new birth which is in process. And make no mistake, whether we do anything or not, it is on its way. The question is will we go forward into greater dimensions of life and living, or will we stay at the level of madness which created the fix we are in? Only we can choose love over indifference, service over greed, growth over stagnation. We can call for something more, draw on that something better within us, something of which we are all capable — and rise to the height of greatness and glory that is seeded within us, perhaps lying dormant at present.
“The masters tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us to temporarily beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change.” ~Audre Lorde
Corruption, secrets, avarice, meanness, murder, madness, and mayhem abound, it seems. As all kinds of creepy crawly things of the night are being revealed in the light of day, as the big bad boogeymen of this collective nightmare is being exposed, we are witnessing the desperate grab for the last pieces of a spoiled pie. The solutions being thrown at us, like those so many times before, are unworkable. No particular political platform has the answer. No particular religious way has the solution. No economic fix, nor corporate venture will fix our mess. The problems of the world are but visible symptoms of what ail us. Perhaps politics, money, religion, were well-intentioned and useful ideas at one time, but whatever potential they possessed has long dried up and been left running like an old ‘B’ movie at a dollar theater now. We run to get a good seat in the theater, all the while it is the pied piper of illusion moving on screen, playing a song so loud that we can no longer hear our own truths, and the one for all time. We are the creators of this world and only we can create anew.
“You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.” ~ Angela Davis
These days to speak of love as the balm for what ails us is to risk being seen as a Pollyanna, meaning naive and ignorant to the real conditions that are awash everywhere. But it is just such naiveté and innocence that is needed. Clearly the way we’ve been doing things isn’t working, lo these many, many, many, many years. Sure, we have made slow (some would argue, steady), piecemeal gains in the struggle against the problems of modern living. But the things which ail us, have been with us far longer than modernity. Perhaps, it is just a condition of being born human into a dimension designed to lure and tempt us to forget our origins so perfectly, that keeps us distracted. We are bracing ourselves against the deepest urges we possess toward selflessness and oneness, before we have even gotten the chance to anchor our feet on the ground. But that is also precisely the challenge we were made for.
It’s brilliant, magnificent really. We are the saviors of our own lives. We are the helpmates for each other. We are the designers of a new and possible world. Nothing outside of ourselves can save us, or doom us. When we yield to the greater urges of love within, we have all the help (seen and unseen) that we could ever need. But let us continue to power under our own steam, our delusions of egoistic grandeur, and we will keep this game going a little longer.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
There is within all life a seed of uniqueness. It makes the visible expression of that one unlike any other. There is a divine sort of genius built-in to that one, that cannot be expressed by any but the one to whom it has been given. It is incumbent upon each of us to grow that seed, nurture it, protect it, love it into being. Then use it in service to possibility, in service to truth, in service, to life, in service to love. That is the hope for our future.
This is a special time, seers have said. I feel it rumbling, pushing, determined to take us into a new day. Love is the seed that has been planted at the core of our being. We can take that seed and grow a new and other world, one which maybe we have never ever seen before. We could do it. I believe it is possible. From the tiniest love seed planted in us, we can bloom and flourish. Let us tend to it now. Our time is at hand.
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