What If…

We loved all as ourselves? We gave all, expecting nothing. We did not crucify the prophetic. We did not hate the oppressed. We did not view love, justice, mercy, forgiveness, and water as commodities. The only death we seek is that of our false self. We see Creator in the created, instead of making her a choice for an assured afterlife. Instead, she is the spark, the essence, the wind, the eye to replace “I”. We have come this far only to realize that we have not progressed a single step in any meaningful direction. You will never be free if freedom is attainment. You will never be happy if happiness is a lack of suffering. You will never be loved if love is reserved for the familiar. We grow into “quiet desperation”, and we can’t take anything with us when the dust calls us back. We are struggling for some unknown end, missing our entire unfolding. A life spent building imaginary walls is the ultimate expression of slavery. The Creator is in they. The Spirit has been given. The word was and is and is to come. The words we recite fall on rocky ground…maybe the words are not at all the point? The rain falls on who it will, so perhaps we are for a middle way. We didn’t care who loved each other, but instead loved all as we are loved. Redundancy is the only path forward. He was right. He knew the core of things. He imagined the deep pit. Little fires is the only way to bring light. Being alive is simply the path to being born. Death is a door. We walk forward into the unknown with patience, grace. We held the tension of black and white, good and bad, right and wrong, left and right with an open hand. We turned the world upside down. We washed each others feet. What if…