For Spirits Dear

 When we ignore the call of our compassion

Our faults with pow'r do act through our inaction,

When we await a war of mass destruction,

When species die in mass extinction,

When the weather grows weird,

When the world avoids fear,

And denies all evidence

That horror is clear,

That horror is near,

By invoking

The unreason

Of darker times

And the blind consensus of selfish minds.

There’s toxic stew thats brewed within that cup of lead,

The acid of despair and sweet denial’s poisoned air,

A draught for those who’d let the world be dead.

Drink not from lead, but try the golden cup instead.

Beneath the cloud of growing pow'r,

Our life

is frail.

But we

can still

avoid the fail

By drinking from the spirit found within the golden grail.

 

Let us sing the call

To build it here:

The Holy Grail

For spirits dear.

Become the love,

That stone by stone

Becomes the Holy Home,

A Temple to the Light of Truth,

A Temple to the Truest Love,

The Love

That fits

The Golden Rule.

The Narrow Path that travels to

And through the sunlit gardens beyond our cave.

Ethical Foundations

There is such a thing as global ethics.

It should be incorporated into every culture to the extent that it is not. It should be accepted by every culture as a basis for critique of that culture.

Each of us is born as a being that experiences desires. In this we are equal. If God created us this way, then God created us as equals. If evolution leads to our existing this way, then evolution resulted in our being equal in this respect: we all experience desire.

Ethics has to do with pursuing good and being good. To understand ethics, one needs to understand how "goodness" is related to desire.

Desire provides us with cares and concerns. We have cares and concerns because we have desire.

Sometimes desire is experienced as unsatisfied. We call this suffering. Sometimes desire is satisfied. We call this enjoyment. Sometimes we experience desire as something that is in the process of being satisfied. Because we desire this process, its presence provides enjoyment and its absence provides suffering.

We give the names "good", "bad", and "evil" to certain aspects of things. The same thing can have (and usually does have) both good and bad aspects. We give the name "good" to the three kinds of aspects that things can have, all of which are related to desire: (1) the presence of things we desire, (2) usefulness for obtaining the things that we desire, and (3) the kind of consciousness that has desires. We give the names "bad" and "evil" to three aspects of things: (1) the absence of the things we desire, (2) hindrance to obtaining what we desire, and (3) the destruction or absence of the kind of consciousness that has desires.

Ethics has to do with being the kind of being that respects those conscious beings who have desires by making ourselves into tools for well distributed minimization of suffering and well distributed maximization of enjoyment. This is how we treat others the way we would want to be treated.

Love's Dream



Let us dream love’s dream

A

Dream

The song is flowing forth,

To wake and heal the hearing heart

To let Life’s rhythms work

And let the spirit

fly

Upon

Its Wind.

A dream

The song would flow

more perfect in these veins. 

And move us fast to do the work

For children here and far away,

For generations not yet born,

 For millions,

Billions,

Trillions.

 Forevermore.

A

Dream

To grow the healthy tree

To be a healthy tree

To give the fruit

to feed

The

Future

Multitude

A dream

To be the morning sun,

To find a way across the hues,

Providing food for forest growth,

Not refusing, but still diffusing down

To leaves that grow in darkness deep.

A dream of leaves still singing songs,

Dancing, and seeking strength

To stop

The bugs:

The bugs

That feast

 Upon our roots.

A

Dream

That Truth’s

Bud will bloom

Again and again

In you, and in me.

I am responsible.

Therefore,

I am.

I

am,

A need 

 to sing,

To be clear as a mountain spring,

A light that runs upon the waves,

A gift to the river,

To be

A voice

Still singing.

I am

Most truly who I am

When I am my better spirits,

Whispering  winds upon my neck,

 A wish to ride on winds of better spirits,

Calling me out, again and again.

My purpose has come.

My lungs

are filled,

My voice, 

It is raised

To sing of love.

Real love. True love.

The love that fits

The Golden Rule,

The discipline

Designed

By love

To make

Love real and true.

 

Let it be our lamp,

An anthem for our age.

 Let us listen with our better spirit.

And then, with wings upon the winds

Let us sing.

Let us soar.

Let us flee the abyss.

 

By the Golden Rule,

Love’s

Empathy

Breaks the idols of our age,

With hammers in our hearts,

Love pounding out the beat

Behind the rhythm starts

To crack

Our fault:

Our fault

That lets

Us fall,

And fall,

And fall,

And fall.

So,

Let there be light.

Divide the light from the dark.

Let the song go on.

Again,

Again,

And again.

Our purpose has come.

Our lungs are filled.

Our voices are raised.

Let us sing.

Let us be light.

Let us be bright.

Let us be clear as a mountain spring,

And sing the mind

 To reason’s height,

And find the way

From wrong

To right.

Hope

The children look to us.

Their children look to us.

And their children look to us.

The untold millions of generations

Will not see life if we should fail

To save their world… 

Pray,

Hope,

Open

Our

Eyes.

Be

Our

Light.

Show

The

Way.

Make

Us whole.

                                                

The

Song

(The Hopeful one).

Standing strong,

A Lonely voice

Sings on

With hope.

Our hope.

Our song.

 

 

Let the chorus breathe and swell

To make us wake and dream

The disciplined spirit of love

That fits the Golden Rule.

Let our chorus swell,

To shatter

The shell,

That is

the spell,

Of the dark’ning dawn.

Let’s do love’s work

And sing hope’s song.

Let me be joined with thee

In spirit’s truest family:

The Unbounded We.

The Three Cups



DREAD

 Today’s the Day of Dark’ning Dawn

When terrors grow as powers grow,

 Our powerful faults threaten all we know.

And so, it is today the Day of Dark’ning Dawn

When famine awaits the end of combustion,

When all is exhausted by our consumption,

When we await a war of mass destruction,

When species die in mass extinction,

When the weather grows weird,

When the world avoids fear,

And denies all evidence

That horror is clear,

That horror is near,

By invoking

The unreason

Of darker times

And the blind consensus of selfish minds.

HOPE 

There’s toxic stew thats brewed within that cup of lead,

The acid of despair or sweet denial’s poisoned air,

A draught for those who’d let the world be dead.

Drink not from lead, but try the golden cup instead.

Beneath the cloud of growing power,

Life is frail.

But we can hope

To save it all

By drinking of the spirit found within the golden grail.

LOVE

Let us sing the call

To build it here:

The Holy Grail

In spirit near.

Become the love,

That brick by brick

Becomes the Holy Home,

The Temple of the Light of Truth,

The Temple of the Truest Love,

The Love

That fits

The Golden Rule.

The Narrow Path that travels to

And through the sunlit gardens beyond our cave.