HEAL THE HURT

HEAL THE HURT 

When a person is in deep distress, you do not scold him or ignore him or simply cast him away as so much trash. Humanity demands deeper empathy, acceptance and love that heals and restores health. Each person is divine and needs to be included in the scheme of things, not schemed out of reckoning or simply sold for a few copper coins that are valued more than flesh and blood. Life is a slit unto the vast background reality that is divine. Humanity is but the intermediate state, an opening unto the trinity of existence-consciousness-bliss. Must you fail to appreciate each life that is a beam of the infinite optical spectra rambling through countless pathways in countless universes, up, down and sideways? Do not neglect any. Each one is the Most High coming in myriad shapes through mystifying Māyā. Recognise the Real in the phenomenal, your own in distant deflected beings. The blood of immortality flows in all waiting to be spilled unto union with the Ākāsh Gangā. The stars blaze but appear to twinkle, such is the poetry of life, such the movie screened in the firmament of fertile dreams of fullest fruition in the fullness of time. Therefore, neglect none, be kind to all and loving in varying degrees to all who injure not life's possibilities in people. Read poetry in prose, melody in dry score and love in the lily that fades not with time. Bliss it is to be born, bliss to live and bliss to merge in the Mother who never forsakes. I come, Mother, I come.

Written by Sugata Bose