Waterside, fire

Don't Move! Lo! We stand here today, MEN. Bursting forth with vitality and strength, tempered and disciplined. Loins wrapped, heads covered, swords sharpened. Appearing to be equipped and Ready.

But, is it true? Is that greatest amidst all what is to be seen at this moment?

Today, all that we have been, our hearts, our cares, our passions, our desires, rest squarely upon our shoulders here, fragile, All that we are and could have hoped to be has been scattered about, before the nations; dashed against the jagged stones. We have been looted and humiliated, repeatedly. Leading us to this moment, not reactionary, but Rebellious -- with fruitful accord. Leading us, to gather all that we've had at our disposal, to prepare for This moment. We have nothing else.

See!? I say, we are Yet standing here naked before the World! We have been stripped by circumstance. Yet, we shall be embarassed not by our nudity. Nothing is stronger than the mind made-up and None can strip the mail armor garments fortifying the sincere Heart of the committed.

We have nothing left, but these, the coverings upon our heads, our sharpened swords, and our human-ness. Yet, the First of these is also an illusion. Our thoughts are clear, as we stand here, poised to withstand the onslaught of a truly liscentious and woeful force. Domination is our road, to cast beneath of our feet, and trod to better Days. Rape and starvation are our fuel, to kindle the camp fires, which draw sweat from the brow of Every servant here. Yes, I say not Warrior -- War is not our nature; I say not Soldier -- our Souls would much better be used, inclining our intelligence towards much Higher pursuits; but, I say Servant -- for our stance here today should, by no Man, be considered a self-fulfilling, self-absorbed pursuit of vengeance, fury, or the acquisition of fame and notoriety, we are Here today for our Mothers, for newborn children, for the freedom of Souls to focus themselves upon Art and Enlightenment and Sharing, without fear of repression and incarceration. That the Domination, Rape, Starvation, Looting, and Humiliation of a people subdued should not continue for another Generation of Our Sons and Daughters. All those who live on this countryside know why we are here today, they support us with such beautiful fervor; we are open, to be read by any who know -- and that is glorious -- to be Trusted and Loved and Understood, it is as if our Hearts and Minds were the books, lost in the libraries of Men-Nefer, Nebta, Sais, Tanis, and Alexandria;

See? It is as if we were bald, our foreheads glistening beneath the merciless Sun, beading down with its strong intent, nearly as relentless as our very lives, themselves. Our heads are uncovered, by our own prudence. Be careful.

Ay! All we have, standing here, are our swords, and our Human-ness; Yet, still, the former amongst these two is also an illusion. Our scimitars, they appear to be sharpened, clean enough to pierce the center of a hair; made of the best materials, by the best hands which Damascus has ever had to offer. Our ancestors have carried these weapons for as long as we can remember; across the sands of the Sahara, where once laid a great and green forest, in Kush and Kamit; across the lands of Persia, Sassana, and Medea; through Etrusca and Andalucia, beyond the Silk Road, Dravida, Lorenzo and Laventa. We are today, no different. Our names are the same as they, and we too carry our swords into battle, in the name of our forefathers.

Yet, there is a difference between us and they. They are greater than we. Liberation does not come from the swinging of a sword, though, it may be found IN the swinging, back and forth, of the sword, if one sees that the cycles of living, too, swing back and forth, like pendulums, cloaking the precision of our manifestation in physical rhythmation. Their swords swung to clear the brush from a virgin land, learning to live in its harmony. Today, we have elongated the swords of yesterday and "perfected" their deadliness -- if you can call this perfection -- our swords swing, only in attempts to right the treacherous imbalance we have allowed to usurp the order of our Mother, the Earth. In fact, it were as if we were without weapons at all, for we have no Wisdom with which to truly Arm ourselves. We are lost. Many of us, only find our manhood when in conflict, attempting to be "pure" fighters -- if one can call this pure -- where, we have forgotten how to share tenderness and kind word and thoughtful intent and upright action with our wife and child and parent, back home. Have we been degenerated to the point, where near-death experience is the only way we might feel alive, and in and of and through and about this world? Each of us here has memories of what he will do tommorow, or the day after, or in the months to come. We may be great, but, in our shadows rests insecurity. Nay, I say, throw your desires into the ocean behind us. For today, there is no tommorow; ah, there is no yesterday, nor next month. There is Now. And, Now we stand, a band of 7,000 against legions: 20,000 -- 30,000 -- who knows? Since none of us have Lived for what truly know is Love; Who among us has courage to lay down his life for what it is he Loves? This type of Love is much sharper, and much clearer, and a much better craft, than any instrument of battle could ever be. The hands of Damascus cannot build, and the artisans of Egypt cannot replicate a tool so splendid as this, Supreme among "things," this Love.

So, no matter whose swords prove sharpest and most keen, we are All fools in the eyes of our Mothers, and our Grandmothers, and our Fathers, and our Wives, even our Children know, we are wasting our time and energy, when we could have crafted a much greater Place for them. And, words fail us, we cannot explain, as our forebearers did, the vision that we see. We feel we are crafting a better circumstance for them, by throwing the yolk of our soon-to-be-former-masters, from around our necks. They sigh, and pat our backs, and thank us. Though, they wish the Men on both sides had never been so greedy as to think One or Another can Own land, which belongs to all of our Mother, the Earth.

See? It because the "Men" on both sides of this plain, lacked the foresight, or the Wisdom to prevent such a day from having ever come to pass, in the name of politics and diplomacy, we All stand foolish. It is because we lacked Wisdom, that we -- utlimately -- are standing here, unarmed.

But, I say, there is still an opportunity for us.

All that is left Now, is our Human-ness. And, the very state of being Human, means Also to be Divine. I do not have time to explain to you. But, know, today, there is only this day. Our pasts matter not, our futures are like vapors, that will only disappear, the moment we attempted to grab them. Listen, there is nowhere to turn. Behind us is an Ocean, waiting to swallow us whole, should we submit to cowardice and attempt to turn and run from what we have created here; submit not to cowardice! Submit only to God! And to submit to "God" means to Submit to what is Natural. And what is Natural is to Survive and to Protect what one Loves.

Today, we are protecting Human-ness.

That which finds Beauty in things. That which finds Unity in things. That which sees Wonder and Perfecting in those dear to our Hearts. That which recognizes its weakness, crushes arrogance, and strives to Improve itself. That which turns the wheel of Life, through constant growth and re-birth and re-definition, in Living. Today we protect not our names, not our egos, nor our possessions, not even our families -- but, Human-ness. For, all of those things shall fall, if Human-ness falls. To have them, but to be in-humane, is the same as death. And death walking is far worse than death transcending. If each one of us can know such a love, greater it is that we die with it close to our hearts, than to live in this "place" for an eternity. Better it is, still, if we are to survive, that we still, from this day forward, die daily to this Love, than to live for Aeons, and live as They who oppress us, They who are ever clinging to their smokey and dazzling illusions, which would disappear at the wave of even a childs minute hand, evaporating as it if had never been there nor ever will be again.

Don't Move from your position, Men.

Our garments from here-on are our sincere Devotion and Love; our Armor and Sword, are our Wisdom and Understanding. Nothing more do we need. If we survive this day, which we shall, as our fathers survived the unforgiving forests of our homelands, we will survive the unforgiving hearts of our administrators and bond holders. But, perhaps to your suprise -- even to my own -- what we do shall even be of our Love for Them. We cannot allow them to delude themselves any longer; as we have deluded ourselves for so long, as to believe that we were meant to live in bondage, they have deluded themselves for equally as long, as to believe that they were meant to live on bondage.

Today, as foolish or a wise as any of us may actually have been or prove to be, one thing is certain... it will be a New world that we wake up to in the morning.

See? There is glory, even in the darkest of days. For, darkness we were born out of the Womb, and darkness we shall some day return to, the Womb of this Universe. Day or Night matters night. War or Peace. It is YOU that matters.

WE are the earnest inclinations of the Soul and the instructed functions of the Intelligence; THEY are the fetters, shackling the Mind of the learn'ed Self -- the perceivers, thinking they can see what perceives / the perceived, thinking they are all that there is to be seen.

Stand firm Men. Love where you are. Don't Move from your Position.

Where you are is where you must be, for now.

There is an Ocean behind you. There is an Army before you.

Where shall you go, but Right Here.

Where else is there?

Become Wise, and hence, become FREE.

Until.........

Don't Move.