No Makena Beach heroics today.

Sacred silence, sunsets, the moon at twilight,  and ocean waves, are imbued with nature’s call for love.

Why can this moment be run over by so many divisive voices?

Silence, real silence, is feared, and must be replaced by the words and thoughts of our illusory ego avatars, and those controlled by its hapless need to exercise control over this moment.

With 7.5 billion humans attempting to control this moment, without the spirit of love and collaboration with the totality of life., it is easy to see why our world is disintegrating.

Silence is golden, yes?

So is its love, and innate need for collaboration with ALL species.

Our planet and its life deserves nothing less from humans, yet, something less is what we continue to give back to LIFE.

The sacred silence is heard and obeyed by its children.

Who, or what, are the parents to humanity?

Listen deeply for the truth.

( from a Facebook post and the blog and writing project that will not die.  it remains under Hospice’s care, and is known to very few, though much appreciated readers.

Nor will our world and its once infinite abundance of life

 

Categories: Musings

Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of 36 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. Readers have shown they are not interested in the rest of my bio.