The Soul of a People is a Seed

the world’s great powers tell tidy stories. they cast themselves as saviours, their enemies as villains; justify destruction as necessity, cast genocide as order. but beneath their carefully constructed narratives, the truth lives on:
 
what was shattered does not simply vanish. the soul of a people is a seed, and the seed will have the final word.
 
even in death, the oppressed become the next generation’s awakening. our hearts ripen toward a future where old boundaries dissolve, where we no longer define ourselves by opposition, where war is regarded as a crude relic of history.
 
brothers and sisters, we are not there yet. we are still caught in cycles of destruction, still trapped in the illusion of separation.
 
yet, just as surely as a sprout seeks the light, consciousness will continue to grow. the tyrants, the empire-builders, the warmongers will be defeated -- not by force, but because life itself refuses to be contained by them.
 
the oppressors believe they are writing the final chapter, but the story does not belong to them. it belongs to the seed, to the vine, to the life force that will rise again and again, as it always has, in ways the destroyers could never predict.
 
this is the ultimate act of defiance: to continue, to transform, to thrive.
 
"someday, after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity, we shall harness for god the energies of love; and then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire." - teilhard de chardin
 
this piece is an invitation to witness that fire already kindling within us -- the awakening of consciousness, the recognition of our oneness, the inevitable turning toward renewal. it is not an elegy. it is a prophecy (william irwin thompson).
 
the story is not over. it is just beginning.