Where It Is ~ Where It Isn’t
September 23rd, 2006
What do I know about freedom today? My life is full of doing doing doing talking talking thinking thinking push push push in a world too noisy, too hellbent, too rushing by on important business as if it mattered who gets there first – a baby step past destruction and up against a wall, suddenly knowing we’ve burnt our house down and there’s no place to go and the wall won’t take us in.
I know that’s where it goes; I’m old now. Old enough to have fallen behind enough to see insanity rushing past me, a blind wind full of cries. More and more my voice is heard less and less. More and more, I can’t hear yours at all.
Where is peace? Where is patience? Where is stop – the stilled heart resting in a moment of perfect uncertainty? Freedom is there.
