An Answer of Sorts

There is so much wrong with the world.
There is no hope for tomorrow.
The people have lost their way.
We must war on all the bad.
There is no future for our youth.
No future for mankind!

You have heard it so much that you believe it true.
Despair and foreboding fill you.
And hope fades, as anger grows.
You swear to make a difference.
You promise yourself to make the world better.
Heal the wounds, repair the damage, restore the balance.
You declare ‘war’ on the evil.
The war on terror, war on drugs, war on ‘them’, war on their ‘ways’.
Yet the days and years continue to pass by.
The great wheel turns and the problems seem to continue to grow.

To put the world right, we must first put the nation right.
To put the nation right, we must first put the family right.
And to put the family right, we must first put ourselves to order,
Set our hearts right.

A good start would be a promise to yourself to be too large for worry. Worry brings fear and doubt, holding you back from what you can be. Worry serves nothing more than to consume your resources and limit possibility. Focus on what you can change, and let go of what you can’t.

Make yourself too noble for anger. Anger only hurts the one who is angry. Anger builds walls of pain, and promotes continuation of conflict. Let your anger go and use the strength of it to hold to your connection with life, Spirit, and happiness.  Find peace where others find war.

Be too strong for fear.
Fear is another weakness that stops us from working toward the good we all seek. And what do we really have to fear?  Pain? Death? Holding to our connection to Spirit, to our knowledge of our place in the universe, the true balance of all things, and to where we come from and return to, holding to all of that, what is there to truly fear? Put fear from you, and instead embrace life and the living of it.  True happiness comes from fully enjoying the smallest of moments, and living in peace and happiness with all creation.  Fear drives this away from you.

And finally, allow yourself to be too happy to permit the presence of trouble. Do not ‘make war’ against a thing, but rather work toward happiness and a better future.  No matter what is around you, no matter what others may be saying or doing to persuade you, simply hold to your own happiness and share that with others.  Darkness only has the power over you that you allow.  Hold to the happiness and embrace the joys of life.  Allow yourself to love openly and freely, and to share that love with all of existence.  Spread that love, happiness and joy all around you whenever you can, and you will find that the world will respond in kind.

Teach yourself these simple goals, and perhaps, and maybe in surprise, you will find that all those problems have somehow gone away, and your world is a much better place.

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Nov. 8th, 2006

It Must Be True

So many, so often…

It flashes across the television
The criers acclaim it as they sell their papers on the streets
The masses demand justice in retribution for it
So it must be true…

I hear it whispered in the dark
Rumors flying like the wind bear testimony
Our leaders stand witness to the travesty
So it must be true…

The Bibles and Qurans record it
The priests and teachers promote it
The weakest of them say their Gods have seen it
So it must be true…

The elders have said it
Tradition makes a demand of it
Generations have believed in it
So it must be true…

Hmmm,
Perhaps it would be better to observe
Maybe it would be better to learn for yourself
To analysis and discover the truth of it for yourself
To find if it agrees with the reason and sanity of life
Whether or not it is conductive to the good and benefit of one and all
And then, when the truth is truly known and at long last clear,
To accept it, and live it, to the best of your ability, for the benefit of all…

And then, it will be true…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 21st, 2008

Why?

I notice……..

A vision in the dark of night
She stands there in the street, alone
The world awash from nightlong rain

Lengthy dark hair plastered about her head
Body visually shivering, even as seen from here
Eyes locked down the dark road leading from town

Tears flowing down pale cheeks in torrents
What natures of tragedy hast befallen
What ills doth this poor child draw
And I still wonder…

Why?…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 3rd, 2007