Years ago I read an interview
with a guy who hated people
who wore white shoes.
Bit of a shock to be hated by someone I don’t know:
I wear white shoes, love ’em and I thought
at the time
of the idiocy of hating
someone you’ve never met, don’t know and can’t acknowledge
and that, deep down,
you hate yourself.
How easy it is to take the low road of hate.
How seemingly hard, but how easy it is when you start walking and working it,
to take the high road to love.
Too often all around us we see people with
hearts hating people who are the same
as they while they, the haters, are hurting and scarring
themselves rather than those they hate.
Hate corrodes, it rips your heart apart,
but love heals and puts your fractured heart together
so you choose to look into the hearts and souls
of those who came into this world
as loving little beings,
trusting, innocent, smiling,
and see those around you and elsewhere in this world
as they were at birth.
Try it: put your fractured heart together.
The scars and stitches are the path of learning
to dissolve hate and embrace love:
with hate you sink into the darkness.
With love you fly to the light, the sun and the stars.
(The artwork was created from a photo I took of a firework exploding at a recent fireworks display close to my home in Alsancak, North Cyprus)