[The words of this sonnet are printed below.]
We need to change our society’s way of seeing and thinking about the entire creation, we need to evolve a new collective way of seeing and thinking about ourselves and our place in the order of things, in order to change our society’s destructive way of life.
Ancient spiritual traditions envisioned the cosmos being born out of divine love. They teach us that we are to love the creation as its creator does. Love of neighbor, love of the creator and the creation—these have been handed down to us by our wisest elders as the highest natural laws. The collective, eternal flow of life is a stream of self-giving love, and for those who live in that Tao, individual life is a stream of many such acts over a lifespan, serving our time and place.
The goal is to create the conditions conducive to abundant life for all, for the common good—a sustainable harmony and an equitable and just society.
This is within our reach. We have made stunning advances in understanding and technology, and humanity seems on the brink of making the needed developmental shift to the mature perspective of the wisest spiritual teachers. We could evolve finally to have the heart and mind of Christ and the Buddha and Gandhi and King, and the wisdom and passion of Greta Thunberg and Malala Yousafzai and Mother Theresa and Dorothy Day. We see millions of people now moving toward that vision of compassion and oneness. We have the tools we need. We can do this. And we must do this, for life on earth to survive.
The beautiful, joyous truth is that we each can help make this transformation happen by opening our own heart and mind to be transformed, and by living our own lives in our own place more lovingly. We can do this right now, right here…
And here is where I heard the hermit sing.
And here is where the ermine popped through snow.
And here is where the golden eagle’s wing
sent benediction to the land below.
And here is where I stood to sing of songs
and presences and blessings we pass through.
I do not know to whom this land belongs
except by this one law I know is true:
The spirit of creation makes a claim,
love’s birth, love’s joy, love’s struggle to survive.
We live to serve and celebrate love’s aim.
There is no other cause to be alive.
And here we sing our thanks as loves appear.
And here we make our place by loving here.
copyright 2020 Thomas Cary Kinder