At the top of the mountain is Love.
Different names for God.
For enlightenment.
Different languages for truth.
All seeking the same summit, on different paths.
Love.
God is pure Love.
Enlightenment is pure Love.
Most religions know this.
The mystics whispered it.
And some, through pure knowledge,
through insight and awakening,
arrive at Love without religion at all.
It would be good for the world
if both our spiritual and political leaders
reflected this truth back to us.
Our race, the human race, is blessed with life.
But we have forgotten the mountain,
and the promise waiting at the tallest peak.
Our leaders build fences
that block our vision.
We fear each other.
Our cultures distort our way.
We walk the mountain without insight.
Where are the guides who remember the summit?
Who will open our eyes to the trail?
Because at the top of the mountain
there is Love,
Love of our brothers and sisters
who share this beautiful gift
of Life on Earth.
