Miracles
Life is possibility.
The caterpillar does not foresee the butterfly it will become.
Nor does the bud know what kind of flower will bloom from it.
Change unfolds in the crucible of life in ways we can not imagine.
This crucible we call Hope.
The fire that heats it, and the energy that fuels metamorphosis we call Enlightenment.
We may as well call it Life.
The Blacksmith that heats the forge is called Truth.
Coldness and death are the progeny of ignorance.
Denial is the accomplice of ignorance.
Death and destruction have proliferated because of this partnership.
The partnership must be dissolved, the members dried up in the warm sunshine of Truth, beaming down upon them relentlessly and mercilessly.
The warmth and vitality of Enlightenment must be allowed to flow again, and the green spring of understanding must rebirth.
The dissonance of Truth and Lies clangs in our ears. In our brains.
The folly of hypocrisy and pretending the Elephant is not there sickens us morally, an acid burning inside us.
Poison destroys, and lies are a poison.
Now poisons must be sucked out — our souls detoxed.
Possibility must become a reality again.
We must try again to remember the answer to the question long ago asked:
"Why is there something, when there could be nothing?"