Upon the sands of time
Jolted from the mask
Of separate illusions
Catapulted into reality
But, what is real
When nothing is left
To hold onto except
Life itself and that too
May be but a dream
Or an utter nightmare
With voices drowned
Out by silent screams
That one day may turn
Into dreams as the story
Unfolds and that chapter
An awakening of once
Ship wrecked souls
~ Bryan Hayes
While some see the world as Hell, I see Heaven above, below, and all around me. I see it now. I see it every day.
While some see Fear and Hate, I see Love. I see it above, below, and all around me. I see it now. I see it every day.
Thought of the Day:
The Thought Before You Think
When someone asks, “How are you?” that is a loaded question.
How am I physically, mentally, spiritually, financially? At this moment? Or, overall?
The answer really is not about them, it’s about us. How can we tell where are at in any given moment? Recognizing the thought, before we think, which is the first thought we think before we starting consciously thinking. For example, what is the first thought when:
The light shining so blindingly bright that squinting is a necessity affords only two explanations. Either this is the end, or only the beginning. Is it not the light that is equated with spiritual illumination not to mention one’s final demise?
Eyes, as auto adjusting they are, begin to adjust. The open field with a cement foundation that once may have been the residence of someone’s home or business now but history on the side of the busy street. Walking distance from the car is a forest of trees.
“Want to see our home?” She gestured as we entered into the depth of the woods. Looking back, as the vehicle disappeared into the distance; the obvious remnants of civilizations began to materialize. The customary empty soda cans, shopping carts, broken bottles, and other debris littered the sides of the path etched into the ground after years of following the same trail.
Once inside an entirely new world materialized in an open clearing with an encampment of several small tents forming a circle with a fire pit in the middle. There a small flame was flickering as we were welcomed with open arms from the rest of her neighbors.
She was giddy. They all were. To have visitors must be such a delight for them. We are social beings after all. With no trepidation they each approached me with their own stories of how they fell from grace and ended up outside in this their permanent dwelling place.
Their obvious leader, a rather brooding figure sitting in a recliner with a machete at his side on the ground holds the fort together. He, much younger than the rest also looks much less disheveled. While there could be some interpretation there was something menacing about him, it was more his watchful eye that surely keeps unwanted outsiders out of their humble abode.
The spiral descending slide was a rapid one. “I lost my job. Then, my wife left me and took everything with her. She took it all. I had a falling out with my parents early on and have not spoken to them in years. I lost my house, my car and had no place to go.” Not a social person, there were no friends who would take him in. Somehow, he ended up here with the rest of them. He spoke proudly of being a construction foreman living the American dream. He asked about the mall that was nearby our own home back home and he was a part of building that. Ironically, it now sits empty. Homeless, too.
The others around him sipping their re-used cans filled with something that was obviously taking their mind to someplace far, far away. Comprehension was far gone for all but him. Being out in the elements for so long, it could readily be seen on their weathered faces and tattered clothes but verified when each of them spoke with their conversations going in and out of reality.
There was something pragmatic about their existence. They though having nothing to offer invited me not only to dinner for a bite of canned beans that they were going to being passing around the open fire, but they welcomed me to visit any time I was in the area. There was something enlightening seeing how they not only survived but found a sense of community amongst themselves.
In between the trees, there again the light pierced the veil and had my hand up protecting my eyes. Were they seeing the light, out here, or going toward the light? And, in all my travels where was I?