Thank you, once again, for all that come and, if only for a moment, leave a part of themselves within this space and time and it is with that in mind that we endeavor once more into a new conversation, that I hope you will join me within.
The past two postings have been, as was my intent, an introduction of who and whom I am and a calling to know who and whom you are. This next posting will be the trilogy of that intention as we look beyond our meeting and the thoughts of our suffering, to see the light in which makes us stronger... ...and so, BenTwig sees a star...
Whispers
The nature and universal law of all matter, is that at some point we as the people and them, as the trees, the birds, the earth, the very air we breath, were all one... ...one star, one spec of dust amongst and within the void of space, one drop of water, newly formed...two hydrogens and one oxygen, joining for the first time, parents to all life to come...and we were there. Your hydrogen to my oxygen, your water to my life we were there and that is the true form in which human nature or more so, all nature presents itself: a constant, every widening desire to join, mix and mingle in all things, to become new again, to long for and find connections within so many different realms of life and of this longing lies the pure truth of being, that one thing as they say, a truth that shatters ancient beliefs with whispers in dark corners where no one can hear but listen...that the meaning of life is life and no one person nor any one thing can satisfy life's pursuit to become more than its present self.
Through the entire, recorded, history of man, there have been many writings such as this, many whispers in the dark, many cries upon death's precipice or carved in a stone's epitaph...all saying the same thing... ...I am that I am... and if we were to only repeat it within our souls, within our teachings and understanding, it would be as if a new star was born within them, rays of light to the world it would spread and a million buildings would quake and shudder from our hatred's guilt, falling from our hands and hearts, to the earth that bore us and the seas that cradled us and we would embrace them once more within a gentler trod upon a gentler path and to the skies our glances and eyes would linger... longing to once again be... ...that spec in space!
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It is not without regard for the plagues and evil guises upon this earth, that "Whispers" was written but rather, in spite of them, for to answer the call for water with thoughts for rain is to deny our ability to actually get water, hee hee, so let this be a forum of bringing the bucket and our experiences of goodness within these lives we lead and let them stand as a testament in stone that though we may suffer, we triumph through love!
Thank you for visiting and may blessing find you,
Benjamin Twig
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