It's kinda been some time... now that its time to study... i'm taking the time to procrastinate. Just checking through a bunch of old letters to find some documents for a resume - and happen upon some old writings and its kinda weird to look thru' my own eyes from a yr and a half ago ... weird ... this scene's from - Richmond at the acupuncturist's ... yups overlooking the Chinese supermarket...
Do you hear the calling of the wind, the whispering of the sun and the music of the hills – oh the beauty of all God’s creation. The brief rays of the winter sun shinning forth breaking onto the pavement like the vestiges of summer sun – dragging long shadows on the ground as if reminiscing the springtime dusk. Ah the smoky hills, the catch of flute-piped timbre across a misty lake and the calm, the peace that accompanies the image – ah but a very faint imprint on the mind –
as the glare of light against the metallic sheen of cars manoeuvring and out-manoeuvring one another in a parking lot, changing places and finding a restful goal and then moving on again – like the inane mechanism of some large child playing with toys.
To break the silence of the image, to do a great unjust to the accompanying peace – is to return to reality. The break of a romantic silence etched, like a painfully sweet suck of breath when breaking the surface of the water, into my heart. Aye, and painfully so. To long for silence and peace – or to fool oneself?
In the brink of drunken oblivion – peacefully following the rat race and flowing with the tide. Surging with the ride? Managing to comply to the water’s every will and in due coursing moving your body to its course, altering your own – becoming like all around you… another drop in the sea. Aye, and even as we grasp at the firm earth, we are swept back again into the arms of the ocean. Are we hovering in oblivion? Are we merely half of what we could be? Floating in limbo – not fully living, but not yet dead?
Awaiting the event that will change you life … hoping that it will be soon … but deliberating which of your life’s events you are willing to give greater importance than the rest.
Hiding in the mystery and untold attraction for another’s culture, another’s language and another’s heritage. To see the exoticism behind the smile of another and the glimmer of hope behind a veil of cultural bonds that hold us different – to dream the dream of angels, to speak the speech of many years pass and to feel the headiness of knowledge unknown and of life yet lived.
Are we all waiting? Searching for the thing everyone seeks... the missing thing your life... Have some of us already found it? ...The all-surpassing love of God. (= The running of the divine plan - in accordance to divine timing and with divine strength. The trust and reliance on the One who knows... Who holds you in the palm of His hands and causes you to lie down in green pastures... He directs you... but you must chose to obey Him. Divine Peace. Or have we substituted it for what the world can give? Stolen pleasures and the smoldering fires of mortal love. And when its all done and gone - is all that is left ... the ashes of a broken heart? hahaaahaha... posted by gossamerofcontradictions @ 12:17 AM