What is the architecture of our thinking?

It was once pronounced in the 1970s that ‘everything is political’, and of course, we can also say in the same breath, in the first decade of the 21^st century,  that ‘everything is cultural’.

Or, deeper still, from my own outlook, ‘everything is spiritual’.

Even within our sphere of thinking, we set boundaries, with the effect of promulgating inclusion and exclusion. Hence, the occurrence of difference and the ‘uncommon ground’. Understandably.

But is this not a natural state of affairs beyond which we simply draw upon unreachable ideals? Perhaps. However, I see the world we live in as malleable, much like clay continually being sculpted.

Inner and outer world

My hope is to draw wider humanity’s curtain of consciousness to facilitate awareness of our common ground, to bridge the gulf between our inner and outer world. I believe this is within the realm of possibility.

Our world is not static. We have the ability to sculpt our world back into a wondrous paradise — our original face. We continue to develop, grow and evolve.

Love

My question always is: ‘who governs our development, and who benefits as a result’?

Therein lies the question of materialising love and thus, committing to a fair share of the earth’s resources.

The notion of ‘self’: atomistic or collective?

Often these days, I hear the word ‘mindfulness’ that some people in search of a better world hope to instil in others to help heal psychological affliction.

I think we need, particularly in the developed world, to find our collective self to discover the missing link between the ego and humanity’s SOUL.

Peace

Peace is what we all seek. Creative, not dormant peace — peace that shapes the contours of our continuous becoming as a material and spiritual being.

Oneness

If I drink from the mystical vessel of Creation, no need to even begin to wonder.
I would know for certain that we are ONE entwined treasure of the breath of Life’s story!

Experiencing life

Living life in the head alone is a prison. To live life in the raw broadens our vista.

Openness to mystery

Thought must be unleashed as an open-ended question. Not uncompromisingly black or white. Life is not neutral. Light has shades and shadows, often not blindingly clear.

Choice

We make a choice. We choose our walk. Insight comes from an outlook that seeps from within. Wisdom hides there. She appears when you seek her. She shows the path.

Values

Joy leaps in our hearts each time we choose life over death, creation over destruction, courage over fear, adventure over hesitation, joy over sorrow, work over sloth.

Faith and hope

…And perpetually holding on to faith and hope out of love for all of creation, paying homage to the grace we have received that allows us to contemplate how to be, how to become.

(A few lines to enlighten readers on the evolving architecture of my thinking)

As if two world wars were not enough

to ponder on who we really are

after we fling a gaze at the stark ashes

that stare us in the face from a delusion

that a war could be waged —

a war that would end all wars!

We come face to face today with a world war

of another kind, a war within our collective self,

and we have begun to run, run, run the race

against time to find the elusive cure to inoculate us

against the unseen enemy within.

We clutch at straws to survive the final fatal blow

that strikes at anyone at random — young or old,

rich or poor any time, any place,

the tentacles of globalisation now truly

manifesting outreach to the ends of the earth.

We can’t afford to look away from the call

for a global cease fire, because a more pressing threat

to our earthly survival confronts us,

and deep down we tremble at the thought

of the uncertainty of life that has befallen us all:

what on earth is the new ‘normal’?

Our impaired vision borne out of pride

has shattered the borders we have constructed

against each other, and the time has finally arrived

for us to nod and acknowledge the entwined

web of our destiny, and heed the call

from the mystical abyss to draw the archetypal curtains,

open our eyes, see the broader horizon awaiting us,

sing at last from the same song sheet, and walk together

to recover a paradise lost.