Ruin
There is little time
before the cracks of conflict
across the whole world
expand and explode at once.
Digital destruction becomes
the final hope of release
from forces of fear,
from national paranoia.
Missiles of death
exchanged amongst nations
will destroy already corrupt,
decaying societies,
corpses of once proud values,
traditions and high ideals.
Ruins become landmarks upon
the surface of the planet.
After the ruin,
through the cocoon of darkness
will come the shining light
from the East once more.
© K. S. Brown
Christmas Morn
Christmas falls in a hail of bullets upon a desolate land where hunger moves between the mouths of hundreds of thousands of desperate people living in hell.
What of the Prince of Peace, the great spiritualist teacher and leader who came to earth to show and bring peace to the world celebrated each December 25th?
What choirs of now hollow voices used to sing the carols of joy, of remembrance and devotion.
The ugly animal has indeed slouched to Nazareth*. It is huge, a black mass covering the world, the ego and greed of the collective masses now deprived of any recollection of peace.
Well may colourful decorations and presents favour the time but the razzle and dazzles stand for what they are, an empty heart playing the rituals of Christmas tide, pretending the sufferings of millions of peoples, the bombastic armies of oppression seeking to flatten the holy virtues of innocent civilians don’t exist. Ruthlessness is met with ruthlessness. The recognition of the divine sits in minimalist places. There is no true global celebration of peace.
Again, the forces of good have to assemble to fight the hordes of evil perpetrators intent on destroying all goodness. Fear does not belong to goodness.
Christmas today is about celebrating and calling on the light of heaven to smite the powers of darkness and throw the dark, burned souls of evil to their ultimate end. Such is the ballad of the times, the thorough wrenching of goodness from evil so goodness and all that is Christmas shall reign over a thousand years, the reunion of beloved souls with the greatness that is to come.
So, what to do for this Christmas? We join our own circle with the circles of others who share a similar grace and recommit to the purpose of Christmas, the giving, not receiving, helping others asking for help and set the commitment for the entire year until next Christmas. We should remember the traditions of two thousand years and the devotions practiced.
If we pull our massive strength together, the ugly animal will indeed be destroyed, so on Christmas morn, a new future begins.
Kelvin Brown
*Based on the line in William Butler Yeats THE SECOND COMING
World Of Circles
Every being has a circle
and within the circle centre
is their vibrant being.
Summoned by love,
defined by destiny,
fulfilled by purpose,
circles move within circles.
Know your circle and those around you
for circle bonding creates a larger circle
bringing in more circles.
When a circle emerges again,
it is larger than before
attracting other circles.
These circles take more space
but space itself continues to expand
for this world of circles.
© K.S. Brown 14/11/2024
Introducing CAROL OF THE BELLS sung by arguably the best boys’ choir in the world, LIBERA.
