they never seem to realize the truth. look beyond themselves and their small lives. see what it is. see what belongs to them, hold forever the reality of their dreams.
perhaps one day. one day they shall see the truth. one day of sight is all they need.
perhaps tomorrow
There are so many things I can’t explain. So many feelings I can’t register. Questions I can’t fathom. Thoughts I fail to explore.
Is there choice in this matter?
Boundless yet finite are my journeys. Reason leads the expedition now. Faith has taken her sabbatical, leaving the journey up to the mind alone.
Once there was a time when the universe opened her heart to me. When we danced and drank in life to the fullest. We ventured, amazed at the signs which stared upon us in reflection. She and me. Bound. There once was a time…
It seems so long ago.
Then there came the passage above, the one which triumphed above us as one. The one which called to question the feelings, the thoughts, the connection with realization. The one which threatened the heart. During our travels we often face reason and choice…
This was neither, yet it was both.
There came the road. Metaphorical. The road which bore two paths.
Numbly I chose the path apart. Journeyed the world with her in silence, for she was there. My universe. In silence. She knew why I chose the path. It was simpler, yet forged in false altruism.
Truth is hidden…
Often in plain sight.
Yet in this sight, before us we fail to question the journey. The who, what, where and why? Who laid the path, ventured the journey, explored the unexplorable and sought the meaning?
It was Us
Before we see the end, let us journey the paths and live the beginnings. Before we see the end, let us reunite.
Was it yesterday
I seem to have forgotten
I was alone
I was pensive
In solace
I gazed upon my thoughts
I left my life behind
I travelled my soul to the end of time
I want to take away what I left behind
For Life is fickle and unkind
For now time holds my fate
For now I must live and wait
Was it yesterday
I seem to have forgotten
Tranquility of the mind
My soul is made of time
Upon my parting
I had whispered the truth
Upon my awakening
I shouted an answer
Upon my realization
I sought an interpreter
Blind
Deaf
No one to hear
No one to see…
Was it yesterday
I seem to have forgotten
Upon my birth
I will forget the end
Upon my death
I will remember the beginning
And on this day
I seem to have forgotten
I am alone in peace
I am in solace complete
On this day
I have found my way
Another day at work. Another day at Life. Another day that passed with little to no difference from the days which existed before… or was there something?
Was there a moment which existed, which exists now as I am writing these words? Was there a moment of reflection, of questioning, of reason which stands foremost in my mind? Is there something new?
Is it perhaps this thought which reached my mind, spoken from my soul? is it perhaps the feeling of being present. For that is how I felt as I faced my reflection in passing. As I stopped, stared and smiled. First I thought myself tired, but then I saw something. Something which spoke to my heart, from my mind. Placing reason within understanding. Something which I can not properly define… but I know. I know I am not tired anymore… I know that I am actually alright… I wanted to write “for the time being” twice… yet I did not…
I feel the smile once more… I guess it wasn’t the lighting.
“That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.”
~John Berger
Journals Of Enreal 