Cataracts

Met a couple of fellow travelers, Richard (John) and Ania, a couple, "homeless" at the moment. Richard and I spoke for about an hour and a half in the public parking lot on A street next to the trail in Bentonville.

He was a gentle soul, a man experiencing some health problems, cataracts (nearing blindness) and various internal issues. Richard had difficulty seeing so we sat near enough to one another as to make it most comfortable.

We spoke of homelessness, the church, the Cherokee, we both are descendents, though he was nearer to the tribe by direct descendancy than I, and we talked of society, belief, God, Creation, nature, the (H)eartH, the Heart(H), governance, suffering and its possible meaning.

We were doing what we thinking beasts are meant to do, dance with one another's spirit and converse lovingly and thoughtfully about our human purpose. I enjoyed our conversation immensely.

(Ania was most kind as well, but she was catching up on her much needed sleep after working all night.)

We parted ways with a mutual respect and a gravity of our meeting and our connection. We learned and we taught, we loved and we honored our kinship.

Peace, fellow travelers. Bless you both, and may you find goodness, Peace, Love and Laughter upon your path, assuring you of humanity's affection.

(Wait for it. Wait. Wait. Wait for it...)

O! May we soon sense our connection to one another!

May we know and always remember after we've met
that there is a reason for our suffering, great and small.

May we understand one another and sense the truth,
the exactness of our existence.

If not I ask, why do you not speak, Creation?
Why won't you bring us the nature of your reason, God?
Why remain a mystery within our human blindness?
Speak to Me that I might tell the world of salvation in all of this.

(Silence...)

Boom boom, I echo to your silence!
Boom boom, I boom back to your absence!

Enough of your mystery and reason's darkness,
children are starving, homeless, sick, dying,
crying, abuse, misuse, man-fouled wars,
cackling hell's minute, raping, and lying.
Come. Enter the light and reveal your Heaven.

(Hush, child. All is going to be okay.)

Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!
Not another minute of your lessons!
Relinquish us of our hell, enter your Heaven!

I weep! I weep! I weep!

End humankind's march into ever-sleep,
take our hand and we will take one another's,
together we'll walk side by side in paradise,
hearts held near our love of sister and brother-
Come, let us dance, let us rejoice and be,
as Mother, Father, Daughter and Son,
as cousins of the truth of the one seed.

I willfully demand this of my prayer.
If I am to learn, might I be righteous,
might I be lovingly brave in my plea,
courageous in my questions to thee.

Now, echo your answer back upon Me,
If I'm to suffer,
Let me be the only one for my belief.
If I am not to escape man's creation of Hell,
I ask that I be only one,
that agony might be set free.

O! May we soon sense our connection to one another!

May we know and always remember after we've met
that there is a reason for our suffering, great and small.

May we understand one another and sense the truth,
the exactness of our existence.


Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime