universal love – Harm's End

A spread of humanity in Indian business, that’s the way. Everbody’s calling cards, their race card, caste or religion. I’m tellin’ yah the direction is up. We’ve been clannish too long. Hear what I’m sayin’? What would govern us? Some say love it is a fountain. [heard sung] I can only quote love, give it divine wings. It’s the psychic fire in us recognizing the unity all is, and with this soul lamp we will argue in favor of God. It’s not the God of Hindus, however many you may count. It’s the Supreme in each of us bearin’ out Its world. I can light the fire in my own soul’s keeping, in the middle of my own life, to bring God closer to me when I see your face, in any face I see. This is not popular. It’s not the rule of the crowd. It’s God on earth my friend manifesting His reality among us. We need to get over the divisions among us in our heart’s call to the world. Can you see this in India and still love India, and still be a Hindu, Muslim, or Sikh? Does God count rainbows? Each one is His smile upon the world. Tell everyone God’s on earth you see. That’s the epiphany. I was born yesterday, and I’m pushin’ the envelope now, a foreigner just blinding speaking his piece, a foreigner causin’ trouble; would you handcuff me this way? Let me make myself clear: God I love you, I’ll put it on the freeway and drive that idea across country— and keep your eyes on the roadway at all times.

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

This is like fire.
This is electricity,
horses, I don’t know.
Take the sound off.
You have a pay by go guide,
a living tree.
What do I do with it?
It’s not of public interest.
You hear me?

Magical,
it broadcasts the sun.
I just sit here and read it.
It’s got lives in it.
It’ll tell you anything you need to know.
So much to hear.

I’m not fond of it
where poems are concerned.
It’s like a tunnel I have to go through.
It’s got me until the end.
Can you say it?

Let’s twist the words around I’m sorry,
can you meaning?
No, it’s not a broken muse.
I’m godawful sorry
for things.
I don’t know how to show this to you.
Do I take my hat off?

I think about you a lot,
where feeling meets life.
I don’t drag my wrong through my mind at every moment.
I think about how you feel.
I put myself in your shoes.
Remorse has this as a gun.
Repentance means these words
and a lifetime of service to humanity.

I gut feeling this.
I’m racked by your pain,
sit at my computer and cry
when I encounter it,
or in my mind’s eye when I rove around the world.
Your loss rents my breast,
the pain of the tortured child,
the destroyed city,
the puppy dog that’s lost its owner,
the man that’s done something wrong,
terribly hurt somebody.
I want to gather you all up in my arms
a power of God to heal,
but I have not God’s strength,
and I can only feel my inadequacies to help.

Let me tell you my strategy.
I have a world
in front of my face,
all these people I care for,
tend to when they’re sick,
encourage them when they’re down,
counsel them when they need,
cook for them when they’re hungry,
shop for them when they need things,
carry their dreams in my heart
to help give some interpretation.

I listen to them.
I hold their hands.
Half of them are dogs.
A puppy is to me a human child,
and I spend all day with one,
giving her that special attention,
and with a human child,
giving that concentrated care.
It’s how I take care of you.
When I look in their little eyes I see all the world.

Can you feel me here?
I am a servant of mankind.
I am my brother’s keeper,
and I love you so very much.
Have you heard me?

Forgiveness is a model
for the road to understanding.
It’s not something you do
like a magic out of thin air.
We know not yet the issue of our deeds.
We cannot see their fount.
We have a whole ride to do that,
a great big storybook to learn.
It takes inner searching
to a degree most are uncomfortable with.

Understanding comes that way,
in the middle of forgiveness.
Can we learn forgiveness?
Can we bring peace on earth?