Umber Skies
As I walk out onto the Jasmine filled streets and take these photos of the umber skies a gripping ideal seeps into my core. I read of time travels mathematical possibilities, physicists clamoring to find “god” particles so we can unite our theories, and yet we discover that the universe grows larger each day; billions of galaxies radiating their persistent existence, and one particle is believed to have created it all. Here, I want to scream, here, feel it inside yourself, IT’S HERE, in the very core that holds you upright after 100 revolutions of spinning in place with your arms outstretched..it’s here within the currents that create this 3D reality you call home, a star among your empty skies. Tiny molecular exchanges, energetic currents, waves of sensations to capture you among a current, these sensations unite us, they can alter our rage, our pain, our fears, and most importantly our solidarity.
I have been faced with mortality lately, how fleeting yet impressionable our lives are to one another’s inner composition. Each loss like a tree in a forest of admiration, tiny leaves falling from ones branches and we hear each fluttering tale of the soul that lived inside that reflection. We gather our brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, gather them like piles of fallen leaves, yet they are forever an essence to the ones we are today. We cannot trace our path without their impression, or the impression left upon another in our circle.
How is it that empathy only lives inside some? How is it that life’s differential attributes can manifest a hatred that would rather destroy than understand the intricate beauties that bless each one of us when united in grace? I wonder how we loose sight of our only given gift, the only truth we can always see, each other. How we cannot recognize that this must hold the only key? No one gets out of this life alive, but must there only be one way to exists on this mystical planet Earth, this simple spiral galaxy, surrounded by trillions of other worlds in billions of other galaxies? How can killing each other over differences, monetary value, ideals of religious iconographic scriptures, prophets or books be our only connection to our moralities salvation? Where does that “godness” within all our beliefs meet all of the billions of people we have chosen to be?
Heaven seems to be a pretty “universal” word for it, but if we live our differences here why have we chosen a place none have lived to tell of to meet in unity, peace or bliss? What will be the change that occurs when we cross that threshold of life and death? Who created this ideal of a solution after the end of one’s known existence? How can we find any resolutions without the source of our discord, without the encounters actual exchange of reconciliation? Why have we created this identity that cannot overcome it’s differences here, now, in our lifetimes acknowledgement. Are there sects in heaven? Are there only a certain few that can live there, what of all the others that are so sure of their beliefs? Where will they go? Where will we go? Where will he or she go? Will we all go to different places because of minute differences in our belief structures? Or will we all go to the same place and have some magic wand pass over us to all get along? Or will we all be the same, will our hands be in the air to just get over it and move on? Or will we all hold the same grudges, the same torches, the same fears, the same hatreds? These will suffer, they will go to hell, those are daemons, thems infidels. Seriously, we must all go different places then, right? We all have our own ideas of this and that..each of us are unique, that is a known fact, so…that must mean?? I guess the universe is large enough to spread us all out so we aren’t too close to those other people. Honestly, we can do better than that, can’t we?
We are surrounded by our home, the only place we have, we are surrounded by beauty, the only true beauties we know. We have this life to knowingly grant grace to those that cross our paths, we have the days to share, we have the nights to embrace. All we have that is certain is here, surrounding us in everyway. Our differences are many but in truth we are all we really know, and this path must hold a key to the doorway of our threshold. What ye reap, ye sow, here or in “heaven”. I cannot imagine it could be any other way, so why wait to get there, have it here. It is here, at least all you will share with your fellow “man”, in a sharing of wisdom, a breath of hope, an embrace of peace, a tear of joy, a life of graceful notions, everything is contagious, even unity.
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Irene said,
06/08/2010 at 2:31 pm
I found you! Yeah
Palette Rock said,
06/08/2010 at 3:24 pm