What are the limits of our humanity?
Are there any limits?
Physical limits, perhaps - the distance of space, maybe.
But are there limits to the mind, to love? 

In the night of the terror by nuclear bombs,
We can only dream of the sun.
But our love, the sunshine of the human heart, remains,
And so we discover ourselves as surrounded by our own light,
That is brighter than the sun. 

 The Lodging for the Rose

A series 12 of novels 

The series explores the Principle of Universal Love (a most challenging proposition) in a world where it is shunned, where mankind is torn by divisions, darkened by isolation, threatened by war, even nuclear war that puts into question our very survival. Against this background the glow of universal love creates a new paradigm socially, but also on the political scene with the challenge to upgrade our civilization for the return of the Ice Age that some say might be upon us in a hundred years time. (More about the series)

How does a gardener love a rose?
Isn't its beauty rooted in his heart?
A rose means nothing to a rat.
What do we discover then in our love, 
But ourselves? 

When the 'fire' of love goes out in the world,
A new 'Ice Age' begins.
The challenge is to re-light the fire, and in record time,
Before the real Ice Age returns and overtakes us. 

How can one grow roses in a frozen land?
Does one 'melt' the world to do it?
Or is the task greater?
Like melting the ice in the heart? 

When the fire of war seems like peace,
How can we reach for the fire of love?
And have real peace? 

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Amidst the snows of Moscow,
A single flower promises a new spring,
It uplifts the 'seascape' with the power of a daring love.
Though one too rare - a love impossible to trust. 

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A club of dreamers,
Flowers growing in a rut,
Flowers of the badland where flowers cannot grow,
But there are butterflies - aimless guides with their colored wings,
That guide us to their sweeter lands. 

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When the gentle rain falls in a parched land,
Windows are flung open,
We shatter the barriers, transparent and fragile,
 Like glass, breaking, that has strength against love? 

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We rarely live by water and bread, alone, 
We live with joy, sometimes with daring to be true to ourselves,
Thus we become a movement set in motion with an imperative of its own,
To pull up the world behind us, with love into life. 

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When the meadow becomes too 'small' for flowers to flourish,
Do we need to set it ablaze, burn everything down, and start anew?
Or do we make it a richer place?
It can be an endless place if the principle is universal love. 

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What we need in times of a great drought that consumes the world,
Is rain - that's what we need today.
We need the gentle rain of universal love to rescue our parched lands,
But can we develop the science for it, for enriching the weather? 

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Forest fires are natural,
But human fires are not - fires in ice!
Can we prevent them, and if not, can we end them when they start?
Only one power defeats the sword, the unlikely power,
The power that remained hidden, of the Principle of Universal Love? 

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When 'paradise' becomes the place to flee from,
Where do we go?
There is a mountain in China, called Lodging,
a historic place for healing. 

 Numerous small e-books of single stories from the novels are available

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