Passages of Love

 

Second edition

Fountains Flowing Beautifully, Elegantly, To Where Truly Shining Love Is So Much Looked For

 

Composed by:

Hubert Balthazar Temba

Second edition, printing and layout, 2012.

Msawi Universal Books © 2012

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First Published by Publish America in 2006.

 

 

© 2006, 2012 by Hubert Balthazar Temba.

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No part of this book may be used, stored

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ISBN-13: 978-1480120372

 

 

Printed in the United States of America

Dedication

 

This work is dedicated to those of the past, present and the future, who may, for reasons unknown, not have tasted the nectars and sweetness of true love, for the cries for love are the cries of every soul on this earth, wherever those souls may be…

How I wish all those derived of the sweetness of love can get up and party all night all day long to recover what they lost. For the well which contains all the love that can heal all the love that heals the universe for millions of light years never dries up.

TRIBUTARIES

TO THE OCEAN OF LOVE REVELATIONS OF THE UNDRYING WATERS THE LOVE WE NEED BUT TAKE SO MUCH FOR GRANTED

-- Hubert Balthazar Temba

 

 

 

DIAMONDS, TREASURES

AND TANZANITES

 

It is not far away

If you fly

With a butterfly

It is just under the chin

If you take away the sin

It is not costly at all

If you charge

You cannot, for it is

Cheaper than

The shadows on the wall

It is not transferable

For it is already owned

And it will shine

Even when your light within

Is no longer around

 

It is better than diamonds

It is better than treasures

Than the mineral called tanzanite

It is brighter than the star of the night

I would rather fly

On the wings of a butterfly

And reach this rich moment

And you can wear

And have your diamonds

You can store

And have your treasures

You can show

And have your tanzanite

Count me out for I will

With life’s everlasting light.

 

FLIGHT SECURITY

(This article was completed at 8:17 p.m. on December 27, 1999. About 20 months later, on September 11, 2001, terrorism hit the United States, causing loss of lives and monumental property. My sympathy to all grieving the loss of loved ones and congratulations to the security forces of this country.)



Into the heart of the night John battled with his laptop. He was

Installing Internet access software, which he had installed in his

Desktop. He was getting frustrated. But the thought of his being

able to access the Internet anywhere while using his own hardware gave him the drive, the impetus to forgo any

activity, which could have occupied his time on this Friday.



He had called the makers of software and received a step-by step

guidance on the installation. But anytime the customer

service representative from the manufacturers of the software

told him, “Now let’s try to see if what I told you works,” he

could not access the Internet.

Marilyn was the name of the customer service representative on the other side of the line. Although she over and over thanked him for his patience, while she excused herself several times, trying to get more technical advice from her supervisors, anything she tried never worked on John’s laptop computer.

However, she informed John that a space was present between

numbers or digits, or if there were some commas after a

telephone number or a number, the dialup Internet would be complete

because those things had a way of making the connection work.

Connection work involves a collective work of minute and myriad participants, and more,

Those minute things. Commas are supposed

to be for punctuation in grammar. Wait a minute, John thought

to himself. And spaces between letters or numbers in a

computer software command. Excuse me; John resorted to his

common slang.

Although reinstalling the modem of the laptop and reshuffling

some spaces and numbers in the various solved the problem,

commands necessary to install the software, John did make one

remark that inspired him. He mentioned to Marilyn that if

airplanes or space rockets had computers, minute detail could

fail a multimillion- or billion-dollar project like the ones in

which NASA had been involved.

 

At this juncture, John wanted to focus more on airport security

and more. In the absence of terrorism, just the safety of human

beings is more important than finding out if there is life on Mars

or other planets.

 

A few years ago I wrote a multi-page letter to the State Department arguing my point that the gift of life is the most precious gift of all gifts, because without life no one can do anything else. They agreed. I respect the State Department as much as I will defend my country, the United States, whether it is times of war or not. But I have to write this. This is not an inference of any accusations. But it is a call on the importance of paying attention to minute details. The US intelligence – counter or overt – has been doing very well, I must commend. But since the enemy is always working, there is no time for complacency.

 

Intelligence and security that takes care of people’s lives

cherishes on details and findings that make sense. But the

importance of very minute detail cannot go without being

underscored. When I wrote to the State Department I was thinking of any life.

 

To be able to be alive is the greatest gift of all. And to be able

to be alive without feeling pain or too much pain so that you

cannot enjoy life is also a gift. Although that cannot be disputed with sufficient depth, it then goes without saying that we should value life. Without being alive we cannot fly aircraft. Without being alive we cannot offer aircraft security. Without being alive we cannot do proper intelligence.

Now I have to turn to my main point. In recent months, even in

recent years there have been a lot of plane crashes. We have lost a lot of lives from plane crashes. Live the lives of who were oblivious and name the names of who were famous. But life is being alive. Once you lose life from this plane where there is a lot of breathing, smelling and all the enjoyment experienced by the five senses it is lost from such a physical experience.



Once a plane crashes and all the 250 people or more or less are not survivors – they are dead, gone, lives lost, it is a deep and murky thing. It is so murky with all the grieving and teardrops, rolling down human cheeks like a soft Mediterranean rain, it can make the moon get a solar eclipse without the solar experts knowing. I believe we can reduce that kind of grief and mourning. We don’t want the sun to stop shining because the grief could be strong enough to make the sun stop shining. Or the sun in your heart can set and stop shining if your relative, your son, daughter, next of kin or favorite person is involved in a plane crash that includes the loss of any life on earth. You saw someone or just talked to him or her short while ago and now they are gone.

Paying attention to detail is very important especially if it can

affect a life. It can be three lives like John F Kennedy JR with

his wife and sister-in-law, or it can be the passengers on a plane

that is being hijacked by terrorists. It can also be about the robot

that we sent to Mars that scientists could not get feedback from.

It could also be, although I am not accusing anybody, that in the

intelligence service, we could be more precise, more detail-oriented

and more accurate.

Life is precious and the gift to live is the greatest gift of all.



 

GOOD AND

BAD

IN PEOPLE

Virtue versus Vice

Originally Intended For Syndication

 

Dressed in green leaves or dry animal skin, he must have

hidden the secret. He must have premeditated, as he walked up

and down the slopes of the revered hills. He must have

wandered the thickets with his parents’ lost paradise in mind.

He must have heard of the Garden of Eden in a lullaby or a

bedtime story.

 

He must have felt the powerful rage grow in him. The hate, the

envy, the jealousy – rising in him like a pot of boiling mercury.

Nothing would have swayed his determination. Even the birds

singing, the owls hooting, and the ancient animals lurking in the dense vegetation could not distract him from his goal.

He did not own a gun nor was he a gunslinger. But he made

unforgettable history.

 

The result of this mental focus is reported in the best selling

book of the world – the Bible. And the subject of the past few

paragraphs is Cain. The reason why Cain killed his brother

Abel, both sons of Adam and Eve – according to the Bible –

was not because a gun was available. It was because something

within Cain led him to do so.

 

Throughout the span of time people have been doing what Cain

did then. It is as though there is some kind of script people

follow when they commit atrocities like the one Cain did – the

Cain Script. They may be wearing different facades, different

masquerades, different suits, but they have replicated what

Cain did.

 

Cain can be the clue that evil does not start with guns or

ammunition. Cain can be a clue that even at the beginning, the

first family (not the presidency of the USA) could destroy itself.

Suppose Cain came and lit some fire on the residence in which

his parents Adam and Eve lived. With that kind of anger and

hate he could have even thought of some very volatile

substance to light up a fire to consume the homestead of his

parents. We know and we have heard that necessity is the

mother of invention.

 

Tales, historical narration reports and proofs of animosity

between people have buffeted the period since the beginning of

time. Brothers have been killing brothers since the beginning of

time. Tribes have vowed to destroy tribes. Religions have

feuded. Protestants and Catholics have fought each other in places.



And 2,012 years after the birth of Christ, parties have been

feuding on the same land where the Messiah was born. That is

unfathomable and beyond the stretch of any imagination. In Rwanda and Burundi or in Serbia, things have been worse than the sun rising from the south. The Cain Script is within people. Hollywood scriptwriters didn’t write that script. When some of us go to Hollywood scriptwriters and motion picture producers and criticize them of making movies that encourage young people and adults to commit violence and crime, we are targeting the wrong people. The real culprit, villain, demon can be cultivated and found within ourselves.

In the previous paragraphs, American movies and television were not responsible for that large-scale demonstration of hatred. If you look deeper into the heart and source of the