Looking and Seeing.

A nomad sees a tree,

The shade is enticing.

A man sees a house,

The home is inviting.

The rich man sees the sky,

The heights are alluring.

The poor man sees the corner,

The two walls are life saving.

The dying man sees his life passing,

The sequence is revealing.

The dead man sees nothing,

The seed now is growing.

~mithrandir

" Two men look out through the same bars:

One sees the mud, and one the stars."

~Frederick Langbridge

Onwards

I woke up one morning,

And found myself in a deep sleep.

I reached with my toes,

Searching for some semblance of reality.

I reached the edge of the bed,

And was sucked into a deep chasm.

I fell endlessly, my scream rang silently,

I landed into a fleshy carcass,

My eyes opened and it was a new day.

I stepped out of the house, 

And felt it disintegrate into ashes.

Detached with only the shirt on my back,

And worn out shoes, I stepped forth to find the world.

I traveled the narrow alley ways and the deep blue oceans,

I immersed myself in the throngs of the peoples of the vast world,

And damned myself to the solitude of my own being.

In the chaos of it all, I felt the silent whisper of inevitability,

It spoke empty promises of finding the self and of oneness.

I hung my head down and plodded on.

The darkness of the night and the nothingness of it all,

The bleak stars my solace and the deep shade my shelter,
I plodded on.

"What's wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can't we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we're going to fight a disease, let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all,
Indifference."

August 11, 2014-Williams