All Things
All things are connected in ways we cannot fully comprehend.
The joy, the anger, the fear, the sorrow—
Some praise the beginning of a new tomorrow,
While others mourn their shattered dreams.
All that we feel is real,
But it is only a fragment of reality.
What forces move in the world unseen?
What beings dwell in the invisible realms?
What plans are laid beyond our mind’s grasp?
This earthly experience is but an illusion.
The physical plane breathes with Ethereal Essence,
The tangible transcends with the Intangible,
Within the confines of what is known, the Ineffable abides,
Mortality is graced with Divinity.
What is happening today, I cannot explain.
The world is fracturing—
A prevalence of pain.
Growth and transformation are never easy.
Just as a seed must crack for its roots to take,
Old paradigms must die if we are to remake—
For a world reimagined, something must break—
But nothing prepared me for all the heartache.
The manner in which the world is reshaping,
The dehumanizing of people, those who are other—
There is no answer to the question why—
Regardless the ends, do the means justify?
No explanations I ascribe would ever satisfy.
But my logic is purely human theory,
Merely a myth in realms eternal.
In the chronology of time, it is but one card laid.
Still, there are many other cards to be played;
The wisdom of the gods leaves us dismayed.
We may never understand their truths conveyed,
For what is the reasoning of men compared to cosmic intelligence?
Limited knowledge, infinite wisdom—
From stars to dust, barring none,
Consciousness unites all things as one.
While I point towards others and call out their hate,
Can I look within and see the same trait?
For my actions have both harmed and healed,
And my words can kill, such power they wield.
So, who am I to condemn the masses?
Can I humble myself and remove the glasses—
My judgment and self-righteousness—
Can I remember that I am not above the classes?
In different circumstances, under changed conditions,
I might find that I align with foreign positions.
The darkness emerging in all I see,
Can I pause and acknowledge—
That’s the shadow within me?
Immigrants and refugees,
The oppressed and the impoverished,
Children in sanctuaries—no longer spared—
The vulnerable are hiding—how they’re scared.
Real lives are being impacted—
I wouldn’t dare say otherwise,
For in the darkened silence, I hear their cries.
But what I know is seen only with my eyes.
Despair serves no one—its deceptive guise.
In my core I believe that beyond our skies,
The angels conspire as Love’s allies,
And though night claims dominion, for the moon does rise,
With purity of heart, may we never compromise,
Let us live with compassion—
Let hope arise.
This pain, the paradox of this world—
The damage has only just begun.
How many lives will be lost, undone?
I do not understand—
Nor will I ever.
But I am not called to understand—
No.
I am simply called to love.
What I know is this:
Not all is as it seems.
There is a larger story unfolding.
What is in one is in the whole.
To heal the collective, we must heal ourselves.
Faith is not certainty but trust.
Hope is a force more powerful than fear.
And Love defies all things.
Dane Dowell
February 17, 2025