I sat in the stillness, wondering what it’s all about, he tells me this is no match for paradise. I wonder still this morning, what exactly that means, I have no way of knowing.
In dreams there is constant battle, my person attacked … or another. I must run like the wind, or stay to defend that other. The choice isn’t a hard one, for I would never wish for them what I wouldn’t want for me.
There are flickers, like flame, that show goodness and care. Sometimes these images are bright … and at times the flame goes out. Sometimes the flame seems to struggle to remain lit, I cup it with my hand and gently walk with it.
I’m a nourisher of this flame, this light called peace. I’m not the only one, for you are too, you see? If you were not here, then it would not be, but you are … we are family.
Our lives are so different. I ponder the work you do, and I ponder mine. I look for a balancing of the two knowing there are others, so many others, whos work is somewhere between ours and perhaps expanding beyond as well.
I think of you, now that your studies are finished and you leave for your tour. I imagine the blessings you participate in through your travels. I am grateful for all of those you will meet and join with, as focus for peace is breathed into the world.
What about all the times contact has been attempted, and ignored? What about the times comfort has been given, only ridiculed and rejected because it didn’t ‘fit’ with current ‘beliefs’? And yet still, attempts are made to reach you. What about “… although years have gone by, dear friends are forever in our hearts …” ?
It is easy to post things thought of as ‘real friends’ on the internet and pretend that we are doing all we can to be a good friend, but when a reaching hand is slapped away, or even walked away from, then the heart has spoken, and this indeed outshines anything one posts on the web.
Love remains, despite it all … for in the end, this is the only thing worth living for.
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On the drive home tonight I saw a man on the corner holding his sign. I was a few cars length from him and I wondered about his circumstances, he smiled. He seemed to be looking right at me, and as I drove past, he smiled even bigger and waved. I waved in return.
On the next corner was another man, he sat in a wheelchair. One of his legs had been amputated what looked to be a bit above the ankle, it was wrapped in a towel, and then again with plastic, and taped. It was raining. As I had stopped right next to him at the light, it only took me a moment to roll the window down. He thought I was going to give him something, yet all I had to give was a friendly smile, and a noticing of him. He told me I had pretty eyes, and thanked me. I will not forget him, and I hope the connection lasts for him as well.
We have friends. Some we do not see, others we do, and yet may remain unaware. Then there are those times when we see someone, and we see they see us, and they smile. Not creepy, but with light in their eyes. It strikes a chord in our soul, a chord of remembrance.
I relax in the warmth of this fire and the light and the popping of the wood as it burns. It smells good, it feels good, and it lulls the mind, pulling forth memories … experienced, yet perhaps skimmed over and not really noticed at the time.
Perhaps it is time to lay next to this glow, and simply watch the coals change shape.