Unconditional Terms and Conditions

Can unconditional love exist in a society rooted in terms and conditions? Faultlines of our imperfections etched in black ink over fresh parchment. Sections highlighted and underlined to protect ourselves from ourselves. Binding us to regulations of an image that must stay. Upholding virtues that vanish under the sun. Behind these walls, lies nothing new when all that remains are the cracks in our forms where dandelions grow as dreams fade. The gnawing of illusions within our conscience over candlelight piercing through the dark corners of unfamiliar rooms illuminate the shadows we must face.

We tread on the tight ropes of false foundations and pour concrete into houses without homes. Scattering seeds over souls without rest while whispering to strangers without silence. We please to appease, serve to pacify and fight to survive in a world of sleeping giants. Tiptoeing through ancient ruins of cities once ruled by titans. Monuments of their domain erode with each lunar cycle. Blood-stained banners of burning kingdoms swell with crimson hues over the night’s horizon.

Rise! Rise oh dreamer, and swim upstream along the narrow path. Against the rocky crags that bruise your scales. Over the turbulence of truth in a realm of deception. Do not waver child, and do not hesitate when the fangs of ambitious rulers seek your light. Where bishops request your council to build towers of a foreign design. Voyage on young wanderer into the wilderness where pawns plot to blind your vision and defiant queens cast webs of arrangements to claim your allegiance. Search your spirit’s desire and purge any contradictions.

Uproot the weeds of your garden as you lay down paths of sod with new soil. Breathe in fragrant offerings from a ripe harvest. Where fields of passion and play conceive families instead of factions and royal priesthoods evangelize fellowship over profit. Maybe then we will no longer need to build castles in the sky to blot out the iniquities of our sins or to eclipse our many transgressions.

Maybe then we can recognize our need for a savior instead of clinging to the pride of our self-awareness. No more titles to stoke the flame of newfound enlightenment or egoic principles. Just a pen in one hand and faith in the other as we surrender the sword of our lives and allow love to re-write the terms, a world of peace a place without conditions.