Being Human

Being Human 1

This post is not what you may expect from the Vision of Poets.  It is the first time I have posted the same writing on both of my sites.  Perhaps it is however… an example of the “Rhymes of Life”.  Some of you may be shocked by this post if you have never visited my Vision of Hope33 site.  I think you should read this.  It affects all of us in one form or another.  It may just touch your heart in a special way.  Please feel free to visit the ‘reality’ of “being human”… at

The Vision of Hope33

Thank you…

Michael33

 

Being Human

I just came from a WordPress site of someone who is facing the diagnosis of terminal/incurable cancer.  It was quite an emotional, heart felt expression of how it feels to live with such thoughts inside you.  In the comments below of what appeared to be this person’s first post, was a comment from someone who referred to themselves as “Pops”.  He indicated that he didn’t know what to do… that he had read the blog and understands… but was lost.  Isn’t that true of all of us who care deeply about someone having to face such finality?  We’re just lost.  What ‘can’ we do?  Everything we may think of to do for them seems so insignificant.  I think what most of us actually feel………… is helpless!  In this case, I not only feel helpless toward the person with cancer… I feel helpless toward Pops.  What can one say to him to help him feel better about his own emotions, his own response to the one he loves?

Inside that same post, the writer mentioned the fact that some of those around you cannot handle the situation and their way of dealing with it is to just disappear.  Wow… is that ever a true statement… and it might not be just friends that walk away… it might be family.

So… I’ve been on both sides of this conversation.  What’s the solution?  I’m not sure.  Here’s what I do know.  If we could engage in pure honest conversation about our emotions on both sides of the situation… the distance between us just might be a bit less if we were to truly understand one another’s feelings.  There are so many that are afraid to express those emotions to another… especially to one who is facing terminal illness.  Sometimes it is just so much easier to distance yourself from them.  I think that what the real problem may be is that those who distance themselves are afraid of causing the one suffering… any additional stress or negative emotions.  Perhaps they become distant to protect themselves from stress and negative emotions.  What at least some of them are failing to see is that those of us facing terminal illness just want to live as much of a normal life as we can… including the interactions of friends and family that we care about.  So just being who you are… who you’ve always been before the illness came to be… is what is most important.

Perhaps I could best express how I feel by saying this:  “Being human”… is not always easy.  Defining humanity includes compassion, kindness, understanding, tolerance, goodness and brotherly love.  Are these too difficult for some humans to deal with?  Loving someone should always be easy, but standing with them through the brume may prove to be far too difficult for some to bear.  Borrowing a couple of lines from “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer,  might best describe how I feel about the interactions between friends, family… and the one whom they care about facing the finality of death from illness.

“It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.”
 
Well… when you find out you have terminal cancer… the fire is lit.  If standing in that fire with me is something that you cannot do for whatever reason… then please… distance yourself from me.  You must do what is best for your own spirit.  I will understand.  I will still love you… but the truth is… there will be an emptiness within my life without you in it.

There are no real answers as to what one should do… how one should act toward someone that is special to them, who is face to face with terminal illness.  We’re all different.  The only thing I can do is to be myself and do whatever my heart and soul tell me to do.  That’s the only thing I would ever expect from anyone else toward me.  Just be you!  Love cannot be diminished by cancer.  True love, in whatever form it takes… is forever.  I guess, what I am trying to say… to “Pops”… and to anyone finding themselves in this ‘being human is not always easy’ position… the love you feel is most obvious… so what you can do that would help your loved one the very most… is to just be you… and never stop loving.

A most beautiful day to you all…

Namasté

Michael33

My most humble appreciation to the one who inspired this post… and to “Pops”.  Their most beautiful example of “Being Human” may be experienced at:

https://terminallydetermined.wordpress.com/2017/10/21/in-my-time-of-dying/

 

 

 

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The Door

The Door 6

Go ahead and open the door
It’s been far too dark neath the stairs
For time has forgotten what lingers inside
And the bones buried there need some air

Walk on down in the basement
But you’ll find no switch for the light
For the stones still seep the darkest of secrets
And the truth still knows how to bite

Michael33

Gathering Light

Gathering Light

She dwelled in a room where light was gathered
From love of another’s soul
The sparkling brilliance beyond the flesh
That’s never been penned in the scrolls

Some find it there in the inner child
But some are forever blind
Some just look in all the wrong places
Not knowing that threads intertwine

What if she shared all the knowing
She’d gathered from light cross the veil
Would all her blind children find darkness
Or visions of love neath the braille

She dwelled in a room with words unspoken
Where light filled the heart of her soul
She shared the knowing of love from the light
And gathered the parts to be whole

Namasté

Michael33

Waiting On the Rain

Reflections of moonlight 2

Waiting On the Rain

I’m surprised I didn’t see you
In the lamplight…
Lingering in the missing moments
Fate let pass us by…
Yet one could never know
What might flow through passioned veins
Sitting by the lamplight…
Waiting on the rain

I’m surprised you didn’t see me
Neath the streetlamp…
Searching for our shadows
Interlaced within the rhyme…
Yet one could never feel
What is real in midnight’s feign
Standing neath the streetlamp…
Waiting on the rain

I’m surprised they didn’t find us
Wrapped in Yarrow…
Lingering in verses
Whispered neath the willow tree…
Yet one will never taste the tea
We sipped of mystic grain
Embraced beneath the moonlight…
Waiting on the rain

Namasté

For information:
Symbolism of Yarrow: Courage, Love, Psychic abilities…
Tremendous healing abilities for the mind, body and soul.

Have a most beautiful day

Michael33

Hidden Wings

Hidden Wings 2

Pen and Ink by Claire Worden

Hidden Wings

I saw them huddled in the shadows…
Shadows of their own
Crawling up the cobblestones
Reaching for a way out…
It was December
The sunshine a worthless burden
In the freezing cold
Hampering their attempt to hide
From a place where hope
Is seldom found…
Where escaping the cold
Has become no more
Than a distant dream…

I saw the ice along the sidewalk
Too cold to allow
A single drop of water
To melt along the curb…
Wind too bitter
To stop their eyes
From shedding tears
Upon their torn and tattered clothes…
An occasional soul passing by
Making sure to look away…
As if catching a glimpse of hell
From the corner of their eye…
And perhaps they were…

I saw a stranger across the street
Dancing with his shadow
Sipping from a bottle
Wrapped tightly
In a brown paper bag
Sometimes flapping his arms
Like they were wings…
The snow began to fall
Flakes that shine like diamonds
Gathering quickly upon the sidewalk
Only moments fore
The nightfall hides the sin

I saw the stranger stop and stare
At the couple huddled
Trembling in the darkness…
In the cold…
He crossed the street
And walked up to the doorway
Of the abandoned building
Where they crouched with arms embraced
To find some warmth…
He removed his coat and placed it
Round their lost and lonely hearts
Telling them he’d be back
With something warm…
They smiled and thanked him dearly
With their eyes
Too cold to even speak a single word…
But they’d heard those words before
Just empty promise…
And never thought the stranger
Would return

I saw a group of people walking briskly…
The stranger leading way
To the place he’d spread his wings…
They wrapped the freezing pair
In tattered blankets
And walked with them
Down streets of heartless souls…
They carried them
Into their hidden village
A darkened alleyway
For those misplaced
Where warming fire and bits of food
Were shared with all
With grace…

I guess you never know
Where you’ll find angels
Perhaps they linger not in perfect view
For angels often hide their wings
Behind brown paper bags
And dance with shadows
Clad in tattered shoes

Namasté

Michael33

On Billowing Cloud

On Billowing Cloud

On Billowing Cloud

I stood on the edge of a billowing cloud
Looking down at the winter wheat
Dancing so gracefully
To the symphony of a morning breeze…
The colors of miracles
Weaving their threads of wonder
Cross fields of light
While the first blush of dawn
Touched ever so softly
The tender tips of grain…

It was a most beautiful morning…
It would be a magnificent day…
For I had seen the world
Through eyes beyond my mortal blues
And touched the sky
With ageless hands of innocence…

Namasté

Michael33

Behind the Smile

Behind the Smile 1

The following is about abuse… physical abuse… sexual abuse… child abuse… abuse against women… mental abuse… verbal abuse… self-abuse.  It is about depression. It is about you and about me.  It is about those who look the other way while that voice inside them is telling them that something is going on that is very, very wrong.  If you suspect someone you know is being abused in ‘any’ form… talk to them.  Honor the trust that it may take for them to open up to you and expose the truth… no matter who is involved… no matter the circumstances.  Listen to them.  Reach out your arms and hold them… tell them that they are not to blame… love them.  They may never feel comfortable enough to open up to you… but if we ignore the silence behind the smile… then it is ‘all’ of us… that is to blame.

 

Behind the Smile

Of course you wouldn’t know
If you weren’t searching
She hid the secrets well
Behind the smile
But truth was unforgiving
In the darkness of her room
Where stains could not be
Hidden neath the tile

Of course her pain
Was always kept in silence
She never let the sounds
Escape the dawn
But truth was unforgiving
In the scars upon her skin
Where blood could only drip
Upon the pawn

Of course you couldn’t feel
Her anguished marrow
She kept her nightmares
Locked beneath the bed
But truth was unforgiving
In the words upon the wall
Coming from the
Voices in her head

Of course no one could
Reach inside her sorrow
She never could escape
The ties that bind
But truth was unforgiving
In the face behind the smile
Where innocence was lost
To sickened minds

Of course we could not know
What might have happened
If she had scribed her truth
Across the sky
But truth was unforgiving
For the one behind the smile
Till one small voice
Inspired her soul to fly

Of course we have to listen
To their voices
But what about their silence
In the rain
The truth is unforgiving
For the ones who wander blind
Not searching neath the smile
To find their pain

Of course we have to reach
Into the shadows
To find the versus
Hidden in the night
But truth is unforgiving
When we look with blinded eyes
At innocence…
That never finds the light

Namasté

Michael33