CONFESSION ZERO

( New Scientist - Putting human consumption into perspective ) The piggish flag slaps in the wind behind the backdrop of mechanical beasts. The willow? She stood with her ancient limbs calling downward in leafless sorrow, pleading we surface in our breath with Creation, with Love. That we raise our voices now in joy, most thankful for our fortune of being in Heaven? Earth, it is in Heaven. Heaven, it is on Earth… Pretend not that you’ve nothing to lose just because everything, according to God, is going to be okay in the end. Do not cover your eyes if you can’t believe, raise your arms, drop to your knees, and pray to what you know beneath your feet! It’s happening- and on your knees, you’ll find home… Rejoice! Heaven waits on your love! (But we are not worthy, we’re guilty!) Now! Now is the only moment that counts! We are free to have heaven, or, if we choose to imagine there‘s a hell, its been arranged by humankind to have one. It is not the time to get angry at my plea, ...

There’s this rule I follow. Treat everyone as equal. All. There’s a drum in that and a violin, there’s a flute letting down her hair, a cello thrumming its way into the heart. Boom, boom went the bomb when humankind’s tongue began to toil. Money’s more precious than the earth, but not oil. Money’s the root and evil’s drawn man as a stick figure in a land of trees. There’s not one child alive today because of a bomb constructed of profit. Boom boom's not for the virulent rage and loveless smirk spinning its final war (self-propelled Armageddon), it's for Love. The profit from misery will recoil in your gloom and leave you without breath, without flesh, without. I've been too frightened to think beyond my nose, I've been pushed up against earth's loving soil trying to steal a glance. Why does the magnitude of love hold me here? When eternity plunges within the spirit, humankind will know love.   The streets of Gold, those of humankind, will waste away i...