Words from Pep

Sitting in the Dew

The beaver pond dried up years ago and was now overgrown with sedges. There, under a three-quarter moon in the dew covered grass I spread out an old canvas and sat down. Leaning back I let my breathing settle and looked up into the partial face of our celestial neighbor. Without delay I heard her speak: “I am the timepiece of your night. You and I entangled, traveling in unison, sailing through the heavens. My silver and gold captured, embraced by your white and blue. I circle through the tide of the ages. My vision washed with the magnificent greens of forests, radiant hues of your seas, the splendor of gray mountains, rich browns/tans of deserts, and the dazzling reflective poles. Your oceans swimming with life, the firmament above pierced by flight, the stampede and glory of great beasts, rise and fall of your civilizations. I have witnessed the visible red stain of warfare, acid green of effluence being poured into seas and air, tar-like blackness flowing from bigotry, hatred and the blister yellow religion of greed. I wept over your ignorance and beheld your murder of the innocent One. . . . . . Yet, I feel the exhilaration of your potential divinity. I know of your joys and love. Latent in your being, beauty and grace are yours to bestow upon the world. Kindness, gentleness, meekness, goodness are already in your heart waiting for expression. There are those who perceive, yet too many without sight, held captive in the lightless dungeon of fearful ego. . . . . . Step back from the abyss, give pause, ponder the true and good in your hearts.  Gain again your intimate presence with the earth. Know that nothing is fulfilled in itself. All together in union we have made our voyage through light-years of time. This is the way of the universe, the way of unity and relatedness. . . . . . From where does your pathology of fear, division and disregard surface? Is it not that coursing through your brain is the deception of estrangement? If you knew of your oneness with creation and our Creator the colors of love would restore and reconcile your world. Allow the love that surrounds you, is you, to renew your mind, for in this is the salvation of the world and the continuance of our journey.” . . . . . Silence. There in the dew of that night, in the heart of the universe, perhaps the most gorgeous place in the cosmos, I found myself on bended knee thinking of future generations. We are capable of change. Humanity’s predatory relationship toward the gift of creation can be transformed. We can live in sustainable harmony with each other and the world. There is only One World, One Family of Humankind, One Creator of All. . . . . . As she moved in her great arc across the sky a nocturnal chill condensed my breath into spirit-like form. I rose, rolled up the old canvas and stood there musing of wisdom and our interdependent relationship with the universe. -- www.theteacherwithin.com

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ONE WORLD  -  ONE FAMILY OF MAN  -  ONE CREATOR OF ALL