We speak love
But breathe hate
And clamor disquiet
and hope for the
Loudly we drown out
Shut our ears
to the dissenting voice
Lest weakness be found
in our armor
of flawless bravado
When we choose to look beyond the clouds of misinformation and slay the demons of prejudice and animosity, we can move towards a world of life rather than destruction.
Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people, living as foes
(Crazy Train, Ozzy Osborne)
Song lyrics speak what so many of us think and feel. They question why we have so much violence, why, month after month, war after war is waged on the only planet we have to call home. It’s no secret that the majority of people are against war: thousands killed, hundreds of thousands homeless or disabled or starving, homes destroyed, water sources irreparably damaged…When we think of our loved ones, none of us desires these things to happen to them.
Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
(Where is the Love, The Black Eyed Peas)
The mystery is in how we continue to allow and even cheer on the indiscriminate destruction of various peoples around the world. On the micro level, we profess ourselves to be kind and virtuous and to only act in self-defense. We express shock and outrage at those who attack innocents, and disbelief when people carry on revenge in Hatfield-and-McCoy fashion.
I got my finger on the trigger
But I don’t know who to trust.
(Devils & Dust, Bruce Springsteen)
On the macro level, however, that is exactly what we, the human race, or more specifically, the first- and second-world nations, continue to do. Except that it’s the Hatfields and McCoys and whoever Continue reading “Listen to the Music”
How does one understand the heart, much less explain it? The blanket statement “Everyone wants to be loved” just doesn’t do it justice. It doesn’t cover the nuances, the journeys, the heartaches and heartbreaks and effervescent explosions of infatuation. It doesn’t convey the quiet, comforting joy of a love well-lived and a life well-loved. There is so much more to the heart, a strength and fragility that co-exist in a precarious symbiosis of counterpoints: trust and trustworthiness; honor and understanding; encouragement and truth.
Human language is ill-equipped to truly express the depths of what is in the heart; this is why we use so many other mediums to say what words alone cannot. We turn to the rhythms and melodies of music. We capture snippets of beauty in photographs and strokes of a paintbrush. Perhaps we build, or design, or grow. Whatever our talent – nay, whatever moves us – we hold in our hearts. Hopefully we cherish it, nurture it, feed it with more of the same magnificence that lifts our spirits. Then we can send it out into the world, a little fuller, a little brighter, a little bit of heart grown bigger.
In this way, love – the love of a person for his fellow human – grows. If we all grew our own heart-source like this, there would be little room for anger and strife and war. If we all opened our hearts to shine our own special light, the darkness would be overcome. That is what the heart is – unveiled, unshrouded, unrestricted, it is our very own universe of unlimited possibility, created to be a light in this world.