Who Where Why When

Who, Where, Why and When

While walking down a dusty road
With dry dust popping up like puffs of smoke
I felt a change in the wind
I smelled a change coming.

The slant of the sun as it drifted behind the trees
Told me of coming chill
There were lots of butterflies this year
But they are mostly gone now.

What few friends I found in the last few years
Seem to have gone the way of most
Here today and gone tomorrow
And this road seems like it goes forever.

I hear voices in my head
Like a group of people
Holding a meeting
Deciding our direction and destination.

I hear my name in a gust of wind
I can barely see the veil that separates us from our real selves
Sometimes that veil lifts
And we see who we really are.

There seems to be clockwork wheels that turn the engines of time
Some forward, some backwards but always moving
It is inescapable but if you realize that it doesn't matter anyway
That time is just a measurement of movement, not actual time.

Actual time does not move
We flit about or drag through it
Depending on our perception of it
The farther you go the shorter the distance.

One dusty day we will meet ourselves going the other way
That day be sure and say hello
It may make your day
For at least one of you.

The Kudzu is blooming outside now
Smells just like Grape Candy
Unstoppable weed, Kudzu
Grows no matter what.

It comes and goes every year
But even though it dies each winter
There's always more of it the next year
More Kudzu, less time.

Can't stop neither one
Guess you just have to put up with it all
Well, I hear that Crow a-calling
Guess I'll move on along.

© 2010 Philip G. DeLoach

The Hall of The Ancients

I wandered through the mountains and valleys of my dreams
Searching for the Hall of the Ancients
I was told by a falling leaf
To look in a spot behind my eyes.

While searching I see a pinpoint of light.
I suddenly realize I am already in the Hall
I expected a vast expanse of marble and Lapis
Golden chalices.

Instead I found a dusty cave with the remnants of different civilizations
The artifacts of man's mischief and ego
Weapons and thrones in piles like so many sticks of wood
We have conquered and been conquered so many times.

The true reason for existence
Is supposed to be housed in this Hall
The Truth in an Emerald Box
I find no box such as this.

Even though the Hall is dark I have no trouble seeing
Our reign over Earth has really been a short one
We are nowhere near as smart or as strong as we think
Glorious Empires are now just piles of dust and withered bones.

Where are the Ancients who are the Archivists?
The faithful Watchmen of History?
I see no such personage here
As a matter of fact I see no one save myself.

I found an old bronze plaque
On it was written, "You Will Find your Future, in the Dust of Your Past"
How can that be?
I finally realized that we are doomed to repeat our failures.

Until we learn a different way
A different path
Where greed and power are not the lamplight
And neither are they the Path to Peace.

I suddenly felt I was not alone
I saw a tiny mouse on a little ledge
He spoke to me in a loud clear voice
He asked "Whose truth do you seek?"
I said "My Own
And the Truth of the Ancients"
He said "there is only one Ancient left
And I am he".

I said "That is impossible!"
What Truth is here in all this dusty rubble?
The mouse said "Commit the same deeds, reap the same reward"
I said, "Is there any way to change this Path?"

He said, "Do you remember the blue pinpoint of light you first saw?"
I said "Yes what is that"
He said "It is the entrance to the Hall of the Ancients"
I asked "But what about the secrets of the Ancients?"

He just said "They have never been secret,
You have been told through every generation of your
time on Earth, you just failed to listen".
Think about it.

You will continue on this path until you either change it
Or you eventually destroy it yourself by your own hand.

God has no need to destroy the World
You have the power to do that yourself.

Go now, and think of a different and better future.
You just may have it.

©2010 Philip G. DeLoach

Just fell in from Alpha Centauri

Landed Earth 11:44 PM Eastern Time Sunday and there seems to be no intelligent life around at this time.