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May 06, 2010
The Station
The train leans back, leaps forward, leaving the station. It disappears in the dark of the tunnel, and soon its only a faint sound that travels forward. The stations feels cold as the voices drop and fade, it seems vacuous, like no life has ever arrived or departed there.
A life in progress, a life lived in the presence of now, as we sit behind the window and wait. The cars go by . A man jogs along the grass against the traffic. The day is flowing in warmth of the sun as a yellow butterfly lands softly within the orange Crimson hues of a blooming pansy. You almost see her clear as all in the background fades, there is a joy in you unfamiliar, a peaceful quiet , you are taken and become a part of the scene. You are present in now.
In my dreams I am always far, I am always passing by. In my dreams, I walk the lonely narrow streets and the odor of soil fills me and holds me in safety of a belonging. My brown native boy with his black hair crowding his face and the smell of a clear sweat that hovers over him. There is a clarity in my visions and a deep contrast rooted in truth. I remember the way my father talked with such authority, there was no doubt in his voice , no clouds in his eyes, just the simple beauty of truth.
Nostalgia creeps on you like age. You know it is there right behind you in every step. Its a compact volume of then and has beens , words like " Do you remember", exited confirmations jumping out with words like "Yes, yes , and " . It is solid and real as the ground you walk on. It's a long cord of many vessels that feed your existence in apprehension of a life that comes at you. It is all you got.
My mother had the most luminous hair black as coal. It brought the beauty of her skin to show. My mother was always beautiful and life was warm and flowing in aromas of every day living within her arms and I could put my face in her blouse and fall sleep lost in in her. She holds me in her gaze now
" Darling she says as her face opens in content. She thought me how to value myself how to thrive for more and cherish the curiosity within me.
Life is a glance on a perfect day, where the air is so clear you could see forever. and as you inhale that clarity spreads within you, lulling your senses. The scents of life that flows and moves in rivers within the deepest oceans far away is trusted to you in a breath, life affirming.
You could hear the voices as they crowd the station again. Soon the noise hangs in the air climbing up.
You see men carrying their lives within them stand by the rails waiting for the next train full of apprehension of life that comes at them as they hear the faint sound of the moving vessel and earth shakes under their feet.
Posted by Idinraha at May 6, 2010 07:49 PM