February 24, 2010

From where I sit


What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours…
“I felt like I had been looking for this place my whole life.”

From where I sit it seems impossible that there is pain and suffering, that there is a place on this earth that is cold, dark and bitter. But I know there is. From where I sit, it seems impossible that there can ever be a limit to love. But so often there is. From where I sit, the river looks clean and the air seems fresh. With my full belly, it seems that there can not be a hungry soul on this planet, but far too many are. From where I sit, on this balcony in the sun it seems that all things are newly born or pregnant and that nothing/ no one will die. Even as I write these words some one takes her last breathe.


Do you think you can tell?
Did you exchange for a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
Poignant question, although I have listened before, I have never heard these words.

From where I sit, my students are the most beautiful creatures on this planet. So bright, sharp and pure. So real, authentic and gentle.

From where I sit I know I can’t always be right. I could easily fall. This ledge is peligroso. But it is from here I have the best view and so I remain. The light cant reach those crouched in the shadows, So I climbed to the top, to the edge where the evening’s last whispers of day caress my skin on the wind and the light retreats as the shadows, the cloak of night crawls up my leg. The wind picks up, as if to say to all who will listen, “breath in the last, breath in the life, because this day is sliding away behind the western mountains that hold us in this bowl.” The trees are listening and the birds ride this last breath with dedication.

From where I sit, this day will never end, and even with each and every clue to the contrary, I soak up the reality that it is not over yet. I breath in my scent and rock out to every one of the last sounds of this day cambiando, undressing into the quiet darkness that is her true nature.

From where I sit it is all possible and even in the darkness the light shines from within. From where I sit I know I can’t always be right. But, I know that right now about most of it, I am. And that is all that matters.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Nice digging. Perspective relays on perspective, or so it seems. Don't you think?