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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Goodness and humility is the engine that drives the world. The great things done move the world but its vital fuel is the sum of all the invisible actions we take every day.

Summer wanes and was for us (no matter how long it seemed (‘twas but a fleeting beat on the wings of time’s wider dream. A cool breeze and the invitation from the owls floating calls shall draw me out to look upward into the heart of the night. For the sky holds safe our thoughts and dreams and though they may darken or expand in the cool night still they linger deliciously on the unconscious attempts to find peace that take over as we gaze upward toward the immeasurable pinpricks of light. Myriad points of reference that perhaps hold unknown alien contemporaries also striving toward some sense and understanding of their wider world. Yet for now the larger questions shall subside into the dusky ambience and I shall think of just my little consciousness occupying this point in time. I shall simply sit on the cool grass and gaze upward and as the expanse above me unfolds for millions of miles into the void. For if I can see just a little glimpse of heaven I shall have grown. Though there is no light I shall enjoy all the other senses of touch, smell, sound and taste. From the mist as it lazily wreathes a ghostly shadow across my feet. Or the touch of the wet grass as it dampens clothes and the sound of nights creatures from the smallest insect that thrums around me in the dark to the decaying distant call from a large tawny owl heightening my sense of completeness among the mortal waking dream termed life.
I let myself go and in the dark I can see everything in this thought world and it is made whole by my touch. It is a perfect, healthy world filled to the brim with joy and so perfect in its application. It is of course an illusion but for the moment it seems to good to let go and it washes over me. For who shall deny the optimism of a perfect world where there is no pain and we all belong and understand one another without guilt, fear or prejudice. It is a common world created in the subconscious because the real world is at times beyond our comprehension. Truly though I say all this, the scariest times are when we understand it.

Come unto me night and let the stardust of aeons wash my dark dreams in their wake
Cleanse and make me whole so that I may survive to witness a little more mortal eternity.
For my dreams are dark of late and the world weighs heavy on the souls of us …its children
For given the eyes to see, then why do we choose to close them so often to all the injustice?
That wreathes the world in a band of chaotic greed and stays the hand from actions that stand out.


Come unto me night and let the stardust of aeons wash my heart to ease with loving thoughts
For I have a need of such joy that surpasses all else. To laugh like there is only hope left and…
Sleep in a flower filled meadow amongst the sunshine while the world revolves to night
To wake under a crescent moon and see the myriad stars twinkling hope in a scattering canopy.
Myriad points of reference that perhaps hold unknown alien contemporaries also striving

Come unto me night to find a road to a distant place that is sending a clarion call through the heavens
Yet for now the these larger questions subside into the dusky ambience and as all stills I shall think
Of just my little primate consciousness occupying this point in time sat on the cool grass in a vast universe
Gaze upward with me as the unlimited expanse above unfolds for billions of miles into the void.
For if I can see just a little glimpse of heaven I shall have grown and know

Come unto me night for the stardust has come finally home to weave a sentient being into existence
Yet the atoms of eternity cry within me for this is not how they wished to march through their infinity
Adrift in a world where the price of pain and suffering is so easily bought and to always bear a witness
That nothing can ever change for the universe has created a flaw to ensure that man can never ascend
Into the bright light of enduring creation…for this and only this I breathe hope that justice prevails.

Yet life is ever a paradox and what grows stronger through adversity weakens new associations and makes it hard for us and also for others to grow as close as they (and perhaps us,) would wish. Yet in the end a compromise is reached. And yes, if I weigh everything up in the scales of time all I have done or seen or felt may come to naught still there is always the moment and while we endure it is all we have. The future shall attend to itself but the moment… that is ours entirely to enjoy. I remember all the good things and all the good people and I realise I have let a lot of them down. I cannot change that, but I can try to make amends. For we are on the same path and the journey is all the more joyous being able to share some footsteps with you. You took the time to walk with me through the years and I shall now accompany you whenever I can.