DAVID’S DREAM

I was
I was aware!
I was in an area called the arena
Where violence was the order of the day,
But as I watched the arena began to grow smaller
Until it became a chamber where cut and thrust
Became more verbal than physical, most of the time!
Debate with the strongest speakers taking command,
Refuting the claims of the weaker members
Whose voices were hardly heard above the hubbub.
From debate power began to claim control again.
No room for gentle words, kindness or love.
The chamber began to shrink yet more
With one in command and few others subservient
To the will of the one who became the object
First of reverence, but then of hate.
The chamber was suddenly filled with angry people
So that no one could move, speak or have their say.
I began less to question than to understand and to know.
But I was in danger of becoming as dogmatic as others.
By intuitive reasoning and inner seeking
The very processes of thought and belief within,
I began to understand the need to find our own way.
The chamber became a simple room in a small house
Where two or three could talk and share.
The thought occurred that only through kindness
Through gentle and kind questioning of the self
Could the inner truth be found and understood,
Understood by each in their own way.
Was I the questioner or the one questioned?
Only time will provide the answer
And within time of course we are both,
As we are action and we are rest.
The chairs are empty now,
But in each lies an invitation
Waiting to be taken up,
Waiting to be filled
Words waiting …
To be spoken
To be shared
To be.
With love Hanukah

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About David

Devonian writer
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5 Responses to DAVID’S DREAM

  1. brussel1941 says:

    To be .. yes .. but therefore first I have to say : I am …
    Thanks David for sharing your art and reflections with all of us !!

    Always a pleasure reading you.
    Eugene

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  2. cat says:

    Stepping back always helps to get a new perspective on things … it might take a moment, a day, couple of months, maybe years … o, do I ever know about that, David … wish we could meet and mull things over …

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  3. Eric Alagan says:

    I love this, David – the way you brought us down the lines – to be. A feast for reflection.

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