When I read a wonderful post by my friend Bunni this morning, my mind went to a poem about what happens when we think we are separate from our brothers and sisters and we remain mute when they are being targeted. Gay rights, womens’s equality and choice, the concerns of the poor, elderly, and disenfranchised concern you, even if you are straight, wealthy, young, tapped in… for now. Things can change and when dog eat dog is the rule, any dog can be eaten, even you.You are not your brother’s keeper in the sense that he is yours to control. You are his friend, his family. You are one with hmi. You ARE him. Would you not stand up for your brother or for yourself?
In what way does your inner voice call you to express your care? How do you extend love? May it not be the ego self that directs you but the Self, that LIGHT within you. May your choices grow for you, not the bitter fruits of silence and separation, the the sweet fruits of peace and love.
First They Came …. poem by Martin Niemöller
In Germany they came first for the Communists,