4 New Lives Enter the World

Images of sand speckled with blood keep revolving through the back-door of consciousness--the chilling feeling that we're all tied to the desert winds that twist and distort the words of prophets, turning holy men to murderers. It is not the blood of the lamb that covers the ground, but the promise of humanity spilled; children ripped apart by the tools of greed, the nightmare of religion married to the nightmare of science filling the sky.

How can a parent explain this world to a child when it can't be explained to the self? The beautiful gift of life perverted by the free market and / or the uniforms at the door.

In the last 4 weeks, 4 friends have given birth--4 new lives in this world. And life is beautiful, but it seems that the greater energies of Man are spent in making it ugly, turning nature against itself. Always meddling in the province of the Way, never content to let things be.

Freedom is the morning bird's song & wars have always filled the air as there has always been birth in the midst of death, ceaselessly stumbling toward nirvarna as the world rages on. . .