Thursday, April 26, 2012

Speak To Me Of Love

Silent!

Hear them come with their heavy boots and flying machines, raging war in the name of love. Of what love do these foul-mouth fools speak of I ask of you!

What love, when they never claimed the iridescent Light of My Beloved's Essence? Did they see the moon smile as she casted a spell on the love sick poet's heart as he lost sleep over her beauty? Oh look at how she glowed as she rested peacefully at the feet of My Beloved's Throne. Or did they see the winds beckoning the sea to conjure up a storm that danced on the tips of His Fingers, only to die in pure surrender in the Palm of His Hands? Did they wait around to see the Heaven's butterfly emerge with her godly wings from the darkened cocoon only to spread radiant colours in the world as she glided on the summer's breeze?

O you fool, why believe only you hold the one key to freedom, when all of the Earth has been rolled out under your feet to be yours? Take off this attire of flesh and blood that you wear and toss that head of yours on the side too. Listen. Just listen as the angels hymn His Name in the night's wind. Look around you and know that everything you see is love and you are merely a reflection of it.

Call me love

I'm throwing up my hands.  I don't want this war Don't let me leave Stop.  I'm throwing up my hands.  Waving the White Flag ...