It is, we are, one word, one story, one saga, one song, one
epic poem; all of time and space is one.
It is a story filled with tragedies, but it has a comic end.
We are a singularity.
The rhythm of the universe
encompasses all things, all beings.
Its music fills every space.
There is no place where it cannot
be heard, felt, calling us to the event horizon, to awareness and transcendence.
The collected voice of humanity, the choir Earth, our
movement, is merely a tiny part in the great work that is the opera of
Planet Earth bright and blue, soaring through the Milky Way,
is but a dust-mote in the eye of the infinite.
We are small players in the cosmic symphony, and yet, and
yet, it would not be the same without us.
If we do not understand who we are, do not understand what
role we play, our part in the greater whole, when we raise our voices in song, the
music we contribute will be dissonant, arrhythmic, it will be fatal; like a
If our perspective is askew, if we cannot hear the true note,
if we are self-absorbed and tone deaf, we will not hear the celestial music
playing in our heart, we will not raise the harmonious cord.
We will not be able to live in peace, with ourselves or with
Small as we are, our voices have power, we speak with the
power of creation. Each and every moment of our lives contributes to the reality
of the whole, imbued with the power to re-shape it.
There is no conflict between good and evil, not from the
perspective of the good, the infinite and the eternal. There is only movement,
from ignorance to understanding, from sorrow to joy, from alienation to acceptance,
from fear to faith.
Dissonance, discord and dysrhythmia, these will always be
with us. They are in the human heart, written there, in scripts that are both
small and large.
How do we stand against it?
How do we resist? The answer is this…we do not.
We do not crush dissonance, we resolve it.
We cannot drown-out a noisome discord by generating a greater noise,
like armies clashing on the battlefield.
That is cacophonic.
We must score another movement all around it, incorporating its rhythm
into the greater whole.
We are called to forgive and move on.
As the Rabbi said:
resist the evil doer
those who persecute you
Walk in the way of the wise, beating the drum, and strumming the harp, dancing
as you go.