#6 Song of Night, Book 4
Song of Night, book 4 - The Dunes of the Middle East Witnesses War
A boat floats on tranquil seas
The water, a dark ink-like hue of blue
Called the Arabian Sea, say the people of Earth
It has been the scene of many battles since antiquity
People lived in the desert, riding camels
Traveling perpetually over dunes and sand storms
Ripples are formed on the sand
Creating majestic formations that continue on endlessly
Here, the sand is a beautiful sculpture, but is a dry existence without water
Thus, those who live here
Together with their camels, walk through knee-deep sand and travel
Seeking others, food and push on
That is how they have lived from ancient times to this day
There are oases in the desert
But they are far too tiny
To provide sufficient water and greenery to those who live in the sand dunes
The oasis grows rich with palms and other trees
With the air moist and gentle
Calming the visitors’ minds
They bathe and cleanse their bodies
Drink plentiful together with their camels, reinvigorating their bodies and souls
However
Neither the people and camels cannot stay there forever
For there are far few oases and far too many people
The visitors must continue to trek through the dunes
As the desert sand contains not a single drop of water
They too much live most of the year in arid air
That keep their bodies and soul to dry
During the 20th century, many oil wells have turned up in the desert
Though more petroleum may flow out of the sandy region than water
Man cannot drink oil
Oil does not grow greens
Oil may be vital for the industries
But hardly meets the everyday needs of the people in the deserts
The small number of people holding rights of the petrol
And gaining mass quantities of cash from abroad
Does not hydrate all the people living there
What they need more are rain and oases
The people of the dunes were given the Quran
Living a religious life wearing veils of black and white
Even such long lives dedicated to their God
Cannot hydrate their dried hearts
Jordan River, where Christ was once baptized
Is now a battlefield
Where bloodshed continues
Soldiers bleed
Bodies mutilated by bombs
Legs blown off, hands ripped apart, even decapitating them
For the riverbanks are lined with mines
The riverbed is stained with blood
At times, even children suffer the fate
Jordan River still remains blue and clear
But the heart and soul of the people are shattered
In spring, the banks of the Sea of Galilee
Is riddled with white marguerites and yellow flowers
But now, like the days of Christ
Serves as the battlefield for two opposing political powers
The Jews of Israel loathe the Arabs
And they, too, see the Jews as their enemies
To them, just being an Arab or a Jew
Sparks enough hatred to want to kill the other
Why humans can be captivated by such horrifying hatred
I can hardly fathom
Killing one another will never bring happiness
Is something both sides understand
Yet the endless chain of hatred and murder
Has become too great to stop
In Sudan, people starving continue to perish
While the guerrilla fighters around them prepare for war
Which the hungry plan to join from rage
And the Americans know the state the Arabs are in
How they suffer from starvation and the profits gained from war and oil
Are held exclusively by a small number of people
Are hurting many of the people of the dunes
But the United States
Is trying to politically exploit such suffering
Those who have died
Will finally be truly hydrated in the heavens
There is no place like hell for you to go after death
There is no material hell
But the pain caused by the stains in one’s heart and its burden
Is called hell
Everywhere in the heavens is lit by sun
The trees glow their branch tips green
The rivers flow calm
Flowers bloom
Filled with a wonderful light
That can cleanse anyone who may cast their eyes on the sight
Yet
For those who have been stained dark and heavy
Such majesty of the heavens
Will appear to be a sea of blood filled with venomous snakes and spiders
That is how the deceased sees with their own eyes of their soul
As such hell does not actually exist
Thus for that reason
You need not fear death nor judgement
Yet without cleansing one’s heart
Such a place of beauty after death
Will become a horrible hell covered in blood and snakes
Then how shall one cleanse themselves?
To cleanse the heart is to know true love
But even though I say you must love someone
Those who not know of love cannot love
True love is a fountain in the depth of everyone’s hearts
Even though people have such a fountain of love inside them
Many fail to recognize it
Sealing it tightly shut
Erecting layers of walls around
And wander outside it seeking love
Thus you must tear down the thick walls in your heart
Become innocent as an infant
True to yourself
And find that love in the depth of your hearts
Those who have found that true love inside
Can transmit that wave of love to anyone
When love is found
Man can, for the first time, be intoxicated from the joy of living
Humans are light itself
Both people and Earth are light itself
The Sun, the moon, the stars covering are night skies—they are all light itself
This universe where people live
And stars live
Are just a dazzling dance of light
That dazzling dance of light is the universe itself
Even if war happens on the deserts
Those battles are also dazzling dance of light
This
Is not something you as people will able to comprehend
Of course, mankind, too, will try to avoid war
And distance themselves from killing
That is the natural thing to do
But, regardless of what happens
Everything can said to be the universe displaying its dazzling dance of light
Man is born to become light and lives
Mostly freed of its tiny ego
Becoming light
All man has to do is sing the song of life
All material existence is born to become immaterial light
A light without form
And to become that immaterial light
Life continues to thrive
Even if all 6 billion people die out
The universe will continue to thrive of life
And display its dazzling dance of lights
The suffering of mankind is washed away by love
Reviving planet Earth
Planet Earth will once again be covered by forests of thick green
The sea will once more turn blue
Allowing for a morning where critters to run around the desert
And hop between the branches
After the night, morning will come
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