I shall weep for you

A voice calling out in the desert.

She has a pail with which to collect the water

From the Great Fountain of Life

She is the vessel for the Earth

And we did not see her.

See, how she handles her pail with care

Indeed it has stood the test of time

The time of the eternal and the infinite

See how the sand around her scorns her

For in this desert of life, what use is a pail?

Watch the people taunt her.

Watch them spit on her

Watch them discard her like a rag

See the man who casts the first stone?

Watch him, for history shall listen to his story

See the love the people have for him

Heaping him with undue adorations.

What him become a great man in history

Watch her....

She remains silent.

The wise men reason with her

The strong threaten her

The martyr would die for her

All just to change her mind

'Oh she is insane' they say

'A woman without talent nor beauty' says more

'She says she shall bring to us the water of the spirit

Yet surely in her mind she is lost.'

'For we need not this magikal water

We need water for our bodies

Our parents and our children '

At this hear her speak

Listen to her voice

Flow like a gentle stream

Hear the tears in her eyes

Resonate through her voice

'Listen. To the Sound of Natures Speech'

'You have all forgotten truth

You have all become lost

See you survive off the dust of the Earth

When I offer you water with which to live

Oh I have waited

I have waited day and night

For the time when you would turn to me

Without scorn or hatred.

Without a need to dissuade

Without a need to control

Nor destroy

I am in this desert before you

I am in this desert after you

I have my pail and you laugh

Yet you have no pail.

For you never look to things to become better

And therefore you have blinded yourself to all that is

For all that could be. Is.

If you knew the truth

You would have a pail

By that act you would create your rain.

You of little faith

I shall go into the desert

And there shall I weep for you.

For you having no faith

For you having no dream

For you having forgotten

And for you not knowing.

So shall I weep.

Night and Day

Day and Night

So shall I weep

See I shall return one day

Bringing my pail of tears

So that you

Through my souls tears

May have life

One answer to the question of love.

In a roomsurrounded by the smoke of ganja and the incessant whine of todays contempary music relentlessly being pumped out by the stero three people discuss relationships as normal.
The thing that stands out to me is always the constant need for control people have such a need for in their relationships. Whatever happened to just being?
After a while my quietness caused such a noise in the room that it was unavoidable, my answer to the question of love was required for the conversation to continue to flow along its normal path. We all have had such experiences, when there is a sentence of approval that one must utter. We all know what is meant to be said, what one is expected to say, in regards to reltionships and love. I knew the 'line' I should say. 'put yourself in the driver's seat' or 'let her know that you're the one in the driver's seat' are common phrases heard in these talks. Such an abhorrent phrase, why such a need to control another?
But for some reason this time I felt a need to simply be me,
'Falling in love is always called that, falling in love. It's not that which we always consciously intend to do. It is always considered a 'falling'. I think when I fall in love it shall be with someone with whom there is no driver, nor is anyone being driven. It's just two people in each moment pulsing around the earth. Falling in love with each and every moment with them. And every moment around you is another moment in which you are falling deeper in love with that person. I hope that shall be what love shall be for me.
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