When a heart takes leave,
it writes, it shares, it rests, it cries, it feels, it opens its eyes, and it beckons to live again. Live in the lives.
This week I'm unveiling something I did not write but I shared standing on a pulpit, vulnerable and proud of a life lived and a life that continues to live in me.
What world may we dream of for our children and our children's children?
From behind the future multitudes. Worshipping on the bosom of nature. Their faces turned toward the east waiting, the inundation of the morning truth, like earth is to the trees and sand is to the sea. The sounds of the bells announcing the beginning of the prayers of the temple. Of the beauty poised above the holy alter. The human heart!.
As time goes on and on. From behind the walls of the present, upon the stage of coming ages. You will see beauty as a groom, the spirit as a bride. And life as a ceremony.
Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman. And from a sensitive woman's heart springs happiness. And from the kindness of her noble spirit comes mankind's affection, and the hymns and mirthful songs of love and hope.
Love and hope is the only freedom in the world. Because it elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course. And she said, our appearance, our words, our actions, are never greater than ourselves. For the soul is our house, the spirit is in our home. Our eyes, its windows and our words, its messages.
Mom's life was not perfect on an imperfect planet but her mystical approach to the life of harmony here on this earth, framed by descriptive settings that recreate meditations from love and marriage to forceful statements on the divinity of man was indeed comforting and inspiring.
She cherished the dream of inner peace, for every human being, forever, from the secrets of her heart, and she will live, in our lives, the lives she leave behind, now and forever.
From the heart of her second heart, Moses Kealoha.