Morale

Morality is the sweetest fruit of nature, being immoral is like the climate that sweeps out the nutrients nature needs to grow. Man wasn't made to distort another man's hopes and dreams, nor was he made to create differences to point and divide with. With the loss of morale we had lost our ability to taste the sweetness that nature has to provide. We haven't just started to feed on each other, rather we have have decided to feed on every tree that would possess the fertility to reproduce that sweet fruit, morale.

How often are we exposed to influences that make us glimpse inside our own shirts, to witness the lackings in our character? or are we influences to strip down others only to label them with an molten oozing iron with judgements that does not reconcile with their upbringing? What protocol gives man the right to differentiate one from another? What rubric gives a man the right to grade a man over another who is less fortunate? How often do you look in the mirror in order to cover that imperfection you find in that physique, and how often do you look in the mirror to praise the perfection that is present in front of you. With more biomollecular cells withholding traits in there allelic regions considered today as DNA that you could possibly write down in any novel, how must you know where perfection truly lies? Had the higher forces up above the heavens intended to have to plucked a single differentiating cell undergoing metamorphises to bring about the variation from your hands and your feet, had he (the almighty) intended to omit that single enzymatic reaction we only could solve in stoicheometry, would you even be able to console yourself after finding the ability to look at your pathological self in the same mirror.

The priveledge of free-will has lead us to poison the same nature leading to our demise, when we were only set out to better ourselves. We are told that we are civilized to the utmost degree in evolution, but when I see through me, I can't recognize myself being anywhere close to being better than the same sapien that had walked this planet milleniums ago for he atleast had used his hands, dug his dirt, hunted for his food with appreciation for mother earth and the higher being to help provide for him. He is who's lineage has lead to my perseverance on earth. Me and the society I see myself around today.

Pathetic are those that are influenced by a bunch of scriptures they read off a digitally provoked public outcry, stationed in every room that's constantly propagating you on what to wear, what to eat, what to visit, what to feed? How to live, How to breath? What is civil, and what is creed? What is caged and what is free?

Now think about that some flat pannel gadget posted right infront of adam when he first laid his soles on the soil of this planet. If the devil had it so easy to convince him (adam) of disobeying our lord over picking out an apple off that forbidden tree and forever being banished from the heavens. Think about the fruits that we are picking out from that misleading tree and preventing the real joyce of nature to sprout from the seed, morale, it is far from greed.

The Guest House by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Jelaluddin Rumi Poetry

Jelaluddin Rumi, the 13th century mystic poet, was truly one of the most passionate and profound poets in history.  Now, today his presence still remains strong, due in part to how his words seem to drip of the divine, and startle a profound rememberance that links all back to the Soul-Essence.  Born in what is present day Afghanistan in 1207, he produced his master work the Masnawi which consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273.  The best way to fully say in words his impact, is that he has the ability to describe the Indescribable, Ineffable-- God.

You personify God's message.

You reflect the King's face.

There is nothing in the universe that you are not

Everything you want, look for it within yourself--

    you are that.

There is a community of the spirit.

Join it, and feel the delight

of walking in the noisy street

and being the noise.

Drink all your passion, 

and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes 

to see with the other eye.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,

no light and no land anywhere,

cloudcover thick. I try to stay

just above the surface, 

yet I'm already under 

and living with the ocean.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.

The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.

Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,

The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

When I am with you, we stay up all night,

When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.

Praise God for these two insomnias!

And the difference between them.

With the Beloved's water of life, no illness remains

In the Beloved's rose garden of union, no thorn remains.

They say there is a window from one heart to another

How can there be a window where no wall remains

 When your chest is free of your limiting ego,

Then you will see the ageless Beloved.

You can not see yourself without a mirror;

Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.

Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky

And you lift me up out of the two worlds.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,

So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.

This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.

To be one with the truth for just a moment,

Is worth more than the world and life itself.