The Sum of All
When we view the sky, is it not the sky that we are standing in?
When we see its depths, upon which rung of it’s endless ladder do we stand?
When we feel pain, is it not the pain of all men connected to life invisible?
And who would say; their pain is their’s alone?
As a fleet of ships travel the seas in search of a land to plant their
seeds into the soil, and only the most seaworthy vessels survive the journey,
do they not all suffer from what has been lost from the sinking of the less
When a field is harvested, it’s bounty is the sum of the plants that have prospered and those which have withered.
Then so praise that which is bountiful and that which has withered.
When we love, it is the sum of all that we have ever known.
All that is good and all that is not. As does the sun cast a shadow onto all images that touch it’s light,
then man must face the sun and not dwell upon his shadow, but know that it is there.
For in ugliness, there is beauty.
In love, there is pain.
In darkness, there is light.
In the unfolding of our souls the eagle will soar,
and rivers will flow to the sea,
even as we drag our chains.