Transcendence

Today I watched in peaceful recollection as my grandchildren, my daughter and her husband, and a close friend enjoyed a warm end of summer day applying chalk to sidewalks, making pictures of peace, and of family, and messages short-lived until the next rain or until life’s tread wore them all away.

When I was young I used to visit this park at least once per week.  It was part of our after Church family ritual to walk across this homage to a World War 1 battle hard won on the lives of young Canadians fighting with a regiment based from Winnipeg.  In our family Church, the flags of Vimy Ridge hang in quiet repose to the memory of those soldiers.

Once per year this park would become the remembrance place for the Queens Own Cameron Highlanders.  Wreaths were laid, the Chaplain would say meaningful words.  It was the only time I truly respected my step-father, the Chaplain.

And today my family and my friend play in this park.  They are celebrating peace at an event staged by War Child.  They are celebrating life through art. And I am eternally grateful to my friend who told me of this event.  And I am eternally grateful to my family who bring me such pleasure and joy.  And I am eternally grateful to those soldiers, for it is them who gave me back to this place, a place where humanity can enjoy a summers day, carefree, and happy.

Traveler

“Do you do the sex”, asks the Cabby, his thick Indian accent lending an air of legitimacy to the question.  I could have been on an analysis couch rather than the back seat of his business.  As direct a question as I have ever heard thinks I.  The answer is known of course.  The response circumspect and then a relinquished affirmative.

“This, sir is good.  At our age we should always do the sex.  Was it good dear sir?”

I hadn’t really thought deeply about “it” until now.  “Yes”, say I, a silly grinned recollection of our first time, not hurried, all natural, all beautiful.  Friends and strangers caught in a moment of our time, of our choosing.

“Then dear sir it is all very good.  And you two are coming together again and that too is also good dear sir.”

“Ah, we are here.  Many wishes and safe travel.  And always do the sex dear sir.  It is healthy for both of you.”

He is well tipped, of course.  This is a conversation I needed to hear.  A sage affirmation to push away all doubt.  Two separate people living two separate lives living apart in mutual caring.

Requiem Retaliate

What madness awaits within these walls

The throngs convinced of need uncertain

A hive of activity to gain

Inactive uncertain outcomes

Economy built and thrust down

On the weight of mass folly

Convinced our duty to our nation

Lays solely upon the quota

Of a need unneeded

Lemmings all

Driven to consumption by politicos

In mad belief of our way of life

A furious blend of layer upon layer

Systematically designed to hail a winner

For which there must be equal or perhaps greater losers

This simple orb of ours

Will mythically sustain this forever

So long as someone loses

So long as someone suffers

And that someone is over there

Ha!

You shall all lose says the orb

Except for I

For it will be upon your corpse

That I shall renew

That those who have slain themselves

Have built upon my richness

And created earthly wealth again

You, driven by inexorable selfish desire

To consume

From me

From those not of your stature

We shall rise you know

Me the earth

Them the meek

We seek only fair balance

A distribution of the bounty I can provide to you all

Eschew these shops, the madness of this mall

Seek that only that is truly a need

Find warmth in the beauty of my scene

Seek comfort in the company of your friends

Share your art to the betterment of you all

Make love in companionship in friendship

Dream a future for your children

The greatest blessing of all

A sign your life may carry on

Should you wish it

Should I see your wish true

Should I grant your wish

The balance of your stock

Your mercantile trade

A meeting of need

A sharing of this wealth

Provide to me only that which is beautiful

And I shall provide to you all that is bountiful

Simple and balanced

I now can only hope 

Slap

Slap

Unexpected

From left field

Contentment to wondering

I hate you… slap

Really

What did I do again to deserve your derision?

Slap

Slap

The mute sits uninspired

The deaf reclines to the unknown

The blind cocks to curiosity

And we all aspire to own our own.

Lost to be the lone.

Dear Kith

Contrary to considered truth I am still here.  The concern over my disappearance is long in truth and full of self-deception as I attempted to recluse myself.  I am aware again.  How do we indeed know if we are truly there, or not, unless we are truly aware?  I am of course aware but the reality is there is no clue within the playground.  The recreation grounds are in fact a mass of exploration forming thoughts, nay concepts, of the humanity I wish I were.

A dichotomy.

Love and friendships have been eluding me Kith.  As you are well aware I give of myself freely but very selectively.  My muse comes in, counsels me, and then abandons me to, well, me.  How can one realistically live a temporary existence?  I do want to hold but most assuredly want you all to live and love free.  Do I control too much?  Do I live the delusion of something far too powerful to understand?

Confusion reigns doesn’t it?  Tell me Kith, how is it you are able to put up with me when you do.  I love you for it.  And of course am confused when you depart.  Thank you for grounding me Kith.  Your patience with me presents me with reality.  My eyes are opened, reopened to all the wonder in this universe.  The small become amazing.  Childhood is nothing less than life itself.  And trust is this truly wondrous gift.

I am approaching the latter stages of set Kith.  The next will overwhelm me soon.  I want you to know dear Kith I draw inspiration from you all days.  Without you I am only an entity.  I hope to continue to share the journey with you Kith.  I would want it no other way.

With love, with respect, and truly,

n.

Splat!