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By Blue Date: 2002 Dec 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.21.00.56.19669]] |
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And the master is an old soul friend whom I rescued from the fires and tortures of hell. I dedicated three years of my life to prayers and morning tears for the release of his bondages. His cry for help pierced my ears urging me to take the mission as an angel in the cloke of compassion. -- my head would hurt hearing his voice -- -- dreams would take me to dark other worlds -- -- and it was then when I was just 23 -- -- i came home and declared to my mother -- -- "i must set him free" -- No one understood my madness of dedication in the beginning No one knew the visions, the screams, the endless mind chatter I would overhear day and night with the chord of my natural gift. And it began as I lended him a hand as a friend to walk beside him to and fro his train, to wake his mornings on the telephone, and to monitor his every meal and water intake against the tide of alcohol -- he almost drank himself to death like my father. I never met my father so I could never be his friend. And so we call it karma -- I saved this friend as I would have wanted to save my father who's only other daughter hated his every day. Silent kisses are metaphors for nurturing. Writing becomes an abstract art of forms and colors. And master he is of the silent zen type. And master he is of the mind. When I met him he was a walking ghost with only a mind to keep him alive. When I met him he was dark grey shadow looming in corners of the great underwater. Time moves on and I convinced him to save his marriage. A fifth divorce would shatter him. Master is as old as my father would be, but just a few years younger. My father was 18 years older than mother. And so this is not baggage, just a history. This is a record of my experience. This is a path of my driven light -- to find grace and return it -- -- to light each burnt out candle -- -- to light a new candle -- -- this is how I give birth to mankind -- With Love. |