Earthquakes shake the sleepers awake.
Volcanoes break through the surface, glowing, unstoppable.
Solar eruptions burst forth, sending storms through every device, nervous system, ideology.
Rivers flood farmlands, people’s homes, the foundations of old systems.
Fire, water, earth, air.
Everything moves. Everything speaks. Everything trembles.
And meanwhile…
You rage. You argue. You explain why you’re right.
You tense up, attack, defend.
And you don’t notice:
what you accuse in the other is begging to be heard within you.
You no longer even hear words about love.
Even if you read them, they don’t reach your heart.
Because if they did, you wouldn’t pull away — you would reach out your hand.
You wouldn’t strike back — you would see that you, too, are wounded.
The Earth is reflecting us back to ourselves.
The coldness.
But it could reflect reconciliation as well — if we allowed it.
Are you able to lay down your inner weapon?
Not in a comment under a post.
Not in the relief after meditation.
Not until the end of a service.
But in everyday life.
Right there where you once poured your anger, humiliation, hatred onto others.
Are you able to allow… finally… peace?
Not just to speak about love, but to truly live it —
the very thing you’ve shared so many times here,
and the very thing you are missing most.
Because now the stakes are not theoretical.
They are visible, measurable, destructive — or healing.
Depending on what we choose.
