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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Afghanistan, China 1992: Check Out Your Attitude, To The All, The Many, The Everyday Everything

I continue thinking about the Shepherd,
as the clouds pass, over the sun,
turning the horizon,
into one colour of blue,
that greys and slows,
the passing of time traveling.
I watch the rainbow form and disperse.
I watch the Sun set and the Moon rise.
I watch more clouds gather
to share the same sky,
as the Moon, Sun, Earth,
rainbow and storm clouds.

In my memory,
I share the hills and sky,
with the many people,
I have met in my journey.
I see the Shepherd,
my friend,
who lived on the border,
between Afghanistan and China,
I see him,
look into the hills,
up at the sky,
then turn, and face me.

In my memory He says simply;
that humans are not birds -
that boundaries once crossed,
transform individuals,
and their neighbourhoods of individuals,
individual families, gangs, clans, tribes.
Boundaries once crossed,
transform -
communities of people,
from feeling powerful,
into feelings of powerlessness.

Visible land, Earth boundaries,
are merely manmade -
the important boundaries are inside,
invisible, Spirit made -
universal crossings, centuries made ...
Made by ancestors carrying forward our codes,
passing encoded memories,
through the boundaries of bodies -
once the veiled threshold is crossed ...
like a cloud crosses the sun ...
all else, every one, every body is unmade ...
the all of the everything is transformed.
Earth boundaries once crossed transition form,
change form, have an Earthy affect on it's people -
some people do not see as far as a bird,
some people do not see the larger picture.

Pointing out each individual bird,
my friend, the Shepherd shared;
Birds never give away their power ...
they view the world in larger visions ...
if they do not like the view from down here ...
then they fly to up to an other dimension ...
changing their perspective of the land ...
and transforming Earthly details ...
to appear insignificant ...
compared to the larger whole, of life.

Birds never give away their freedom to others.
Some people give away their power to an other ...
an other who seems to be more ...
seems to be more powerful, more strong ...
seemingly might be more wealthy, more attractive or wise.

The Shepherd asked me about the birds in Canada.
I told him;
when I was a child,
my parents took our family to the flower festivals,
to watch the new blooms open.
The Canadian Geese always flew by,
high above us a sky family in formation,
returning home from the south for Summer,
casting moving shadows over our Spring in the North.
Transforming the land, weather and season,
through a bird's liberated imagination,
of a world with no boundaries, no borders nor limits.

I told the Shepherd;
about the green hills,
that my family walked in Canada,
we collected pinecones,
and thin layers of transparent mica crystals,
from the peace at rest, openly visible on the forest floor.
Our footprints transformed the ground we walked on,
leaving imprints on the Earth, impressions of our souls.
Our breath changed the air, into more, or less, of one, of us.

He told me about his parents;
and their walks,
among flowers taller than children -
how green the hills were,
and still are ...
despite the changing weather.
Their family walks transformed the seeds,
grew the flowers taller with each compliment,
the eyes, of each beholder's sight, improved ...
from love, for the beauty, of nature.

I told him;
about the horses,
my grandfather cared for,
trained and tended for others.
The Shepherd told me;
about when horses ran free,
tending to themselves,
and the land.
The horse's hooves,
transformed the grasses,
carried the seeds,
of life's plantings,
from place to place ...
painting the landscape alive with life.

I shared with him;
my story of when my family,
was forced to move,
from the city to the countryside -
we desired to avoid the bombings,
created by pro-independence students,
and groups intent on separating from the whole ...
I described the people of different cultures,
who spoke different languages,
but shared the same religion,
these people were tall, short, thin, fat, rainbow coloured ...
The war on spirit transformed the light of our city,
we lived to believe that this lie, too shall pass.

I shared with the Shepherd;
that once my family moved from the city ...
I immediately loved the openness of the countryside.
I walked for hours and laid down in fields,
watched the horses eat, and the cattle graze.
I always thought I was out of sight,
of the animals view,
but they would always find me ...
hidden among the blades of grass ...
The animals would stare down at me -
look at me as if saying;
"We don’t mind you being here,
just keep your peace."

The Shepherd laughed and shared;
when he was little ...
they had to leave home,
due to conflict,
between the people,
speaking different languages,
of different tribal cultures,
but the same religion,
these people were tall, short, thin, fat, rainbow coloured ...
The war on spirit transformed the light of their city,
they lived to believe that this lie, too shall pass.

The Shepherd's family
moved higher into the hills.
He loved the high hills
and as a child would play
a game of hide and seek
behind rocks
to spy on the goats.

The goats ate between the boulders -
they sometimes would stick their noses,
where they did not belong,
and got stuck between the gaps -
the spaces in between a rock and a hard space.

The animals ate to keep clean the hillside,
as they have since hillsides were born,
and grow fresh each day to show their love,
of being nurtured and cared for.
The goats transformed the hillside,
wanderers ever seeking their individual way,
casting shadows and silence on the mountains -
these ancient goats drink snow,
which falls from the sky,
and eat grasses
which spring from the earth.

The Shepherd and I surrendered
to the silence gracefully surrounding us.
We soaked in the gentleness
of the landscape enveloping us -
our gaze fell ...
on a group of Shepherds ...
traveling near us.

Our conversation suspended ...
while we witnessed the weight ...
of these individuals walking heavily towards us.
Full of themselves ...
filled up with their troubles ...
they eyed us ...
sized up our threat potential ...
like gangs in New York and LA ...
checking out our true colours ...
what tribal markings ...
and clothes identified our human alliances.

The Shepherd and I,
as one colour
transformed the sky
and reflected
our Soul's tremors
and our heart's tears.

I heard several Afghani individuals,
were suspected of providing support,
to other individuals ...
speaking different languages ...
of different tribal cultures ...
but the same religion ...
these people were tall, short, thin, fat, rainbow coloured ...
The war on spirit transformed the light of their city ...
they lived to believe that this lie, too shall pass ...
But these individuals were no longer armed with Shepherd staffs ...
due to the military might of visiting foreign legions ...
now these indigenous individuals, families, communities, tribes ...
are supporting a grass roots movement to get themselves organized.

The foreigners tried to transformed the citizen's movements ...
moving some people to other places ...
and moving other people to some more spaces ...
moving the different spoken languages ...
of different tribal cultures ...
but not the same religion ...
these people were tall, short, thin, fat, rainbow coloured ...
The war on spirit transformed the light of their city,
they lived to believe that this lie, too shall pass.

The question of sustainable relations ...
between people ...
grows confusing ...
the media in different countries ...
is influenced by governing bodies of different worldly powers ...
powers who are now calling these individuals ...
"armies creating terror".
The media news transforms mental landscapes ...
mindscapes desire to escape the army of fear ...
fear treads upon free-hearts liberated-souls of humanity.

I wonder who is responsible ...
for unmaking these hospitable lands
into being made into lands no longer hospitable ...
No one is no longer welcome here ...
Shepherds, goats, kids and women of any kind ...
This group of individuals ...
from the community-now-in-possession-of-arms ...
is slowly approaching us,
waving their long arms of the law ...
their guns glint in the sunshine ...
steel reflections of the rainbow as it fades ...
growing closer with each foot step and sun blink ...
suddenly they arrive at their destination ... us,
we are their point of arrival, their target audience.

We are their focal point of peace, or war ...
we are the closest unknown danger for miles around ...
and so they stop to check out our attitude ...
assess my attitude, towards them ...
Question us ...
these questions and answers have the power ...
to transform the world around us ...
our answers change the perception of the inquisitors.

I can only hope ...
we embrace each other's humanity ...
remember our common unity ...
within our global community ...
That, each one, of us, is guided, to go inward ...
the inner answers make peace with the outer warring questions ...
within each one of us, is our own Self ...
to remember we are all born ...
from the same ingredients ...
which form our common unity ...
is to recall
we might be of different tribal cultures ...
we might not be of the same religion ...
we might be people tall, short, thin, fat, rainbow coloured ...
The war on spirit transformed the light of our world,
we all live and believe that this lie, too shall pass.

My love transforms the separateness of our rainbow coalition ...
love creates unity in community ...
love and acceptance unmakes war ...
love creates a common unity for love of life and love of peace.

I still, within my Self ...
I am responsible for my own peace and war ...
I stop, to check out my own attitude towards them ...
I still, to check out my own attitude towards ...
the all, the many, the everyday everything.

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Khushal Khan Khatak sometime before 1689 wrote;
"Sweet life that passes by slowly slowly
Like water it flows slowly slowly
Friends are the flowers of spring
They follow the path of autumn slowly slowly.”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn sometimes after 1918 wrote;
“If only it were all so simple!
If only there were evil people
somewhere
insidiously
committing evil deeds,
and it were necessary only
to separate them
from the rest of us
and destroy them.
But the line dividing good and evil
cuts through the heart
of every human being.
And who is willing
to destroy a piece of his own heart?”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn sometimes after 1918 wrote;
“Own only what you can always carry with you:
know languages, know countries, know people.
Let your memory be your travel bag.”

“A man is happy so long as he chooses to be happy.”

“You only have power over people
as long as you don't take everything away from them.
But when you've robbed a man of everything,
he's no longer in your power--he's free again.”