Sometimes I feel alone...
30 or 3 people around
and I speak with them
But do we dare speak of the heart's ache or joy?
Do we dare reflect the pain we hear or the pain we feel?
They are all friendly and say the words of friendship...
sincerely and yet something misses the mark...
What is that mark?
Dare we be authentic?
Dare we show vulnerability?
The aches of transition
The tears of goodbyes
The mindless wandering down rutted paths
I sit and watch
those passing by
leaving and journeying to nowhere
striving to jump the moon
or feel the bliss...
Wondering here and there
without being anywhere
lost in times and spaces
of yesterdays and tomorrows
hopes and regrets
the next pinnacle
the next goal
the next life
Many wait for the end
but who is to say there is one
In the mist
we may hear a noise
and guess it is this or that
never really knowing
never really knowing anything
the mind guesses
and guesses some more...
I sit and watch
listening for nothing
going nowhere
Just here
just really here
in the middle of nowhere
now here again
and the frequencies of life continue to shift
and the frequencies of my life continue to shift
I have wandered too far from the tribe
And they no longer recognize me.
I have become a stranger
They only know my past
They listen for nothing else
but strain to hear words or see actions
that prove I am who I was...
And so where has love hidden its face?
lost beneath those ruddy pathways
looking for a glimmer of light
to shine in or out of cracks in dried up soil
Angels of the night
spread messages and who will hear
One treads slowly into the presence of daily gifts
not knowing but continuing anyway...
moving into the gifting present
not to judge what comes
but to respond in the moment
Dare we be honest?
Dare we be real?
Beyond the social game...
Here now...in this moment
John Hutchinson June 1, 2014
