Reading majic's journal

If you could have that one thing you are searching for handed to you, would you take it? Or would you continue in your search which for some is the whole point of life?

I walked around the corner --
	in my mind the other day,
to my utter amazement stood my life,
	I looked at him as he did I,
what a strange fellow he appeared to be --
		the feeling was likely mutual,
	was wearing a ball cap,
that read eternity,
	his shoes were worn,
his face like the same,
	his t-shirt was dirty,
said something to the effect --
	
	"if I could see tomorrow,
like I can see yesterday,
	then I might not be so afraid,
of the possibility"

	he had an expression on his face,
as though he was happy to see me,
	as if I had gone away,
and finally came home to what --
		was waiting there for me,
			
his eyes were dark and brown,
	a penetrating calm,
something that I've seen before,
	when I looked within myself,
	
his jeans were blue as ever,
	like that up in the sky,
but perhaps faded just a bit,
	like the flight path of a butterfly,
he opened up his mouth --
		and spoke to me that day,
	something I wasn't prepared to hear,
said if you walk straight ahead --
		six or seven blocks,
	take a left go down a bit then take a right,
you'll find what your looking for,
	that thing that's seldom found,
a brilliant light from dark,
	my ears perked with curiosity,
my lips curled to fill a smile,
	then I thought to myself,

"if I can have what I'm searching for,
	and take it home today,
and put it on my desk,
	for everyone to see,
then how will I make my way to --
	wherever I'm supposed to go,
to that place we all desire,
	but seldom ever know,
I can't take home today,
	the thing that is of me,
because if I did,
	then I'd surely cease to be,
that special spark, that sacred fire,
	that eternal blazened crown --
		the one you know so well,
	must stay six or seven steps away,
so I'll continue to move along,
	to challenge each day --
		as if by destiny"
		
so instead of taking his directions,
	to the pinnacle of my soul,
I turned around and bid him good day,
	thank you kind sir for your words,
I am humbled for your light,
	but life cannot be given so easily,
I must find this by myself,
	and in my good ole time,
instead the search must goes on,
	and continue another night.

Surely it couldn't be that easy, searching is half the fun!

**Edited to correct a spelling mistake**

This post was edited by majic on Oct 25, 2005.

Thank you for yet another great post. Reading your poetry has been of the highlights in my life over the past few days. I know that you are writing for yourself more than anything else, but I wanted to let you know that I can connect with the sentiment in this and some of your other recent postings. Thank you and again a great post.

Thank you for yet another great post. Reading your poetry has been of the highlights in my life over the past few days.

I'm flattered, I really am! Thank you for taking the time to read.

I know that you are writing for yourself more than anything else, but I wanted to let you know that I can connect with the sentiment in this and some of your other recent postings. Thank you and again a great post.

I do write for myself but I also think that if a person truely writes for themselves then there is no need to make it public. I have a sense and need to share what I write. I am honored believe me that something I wrote has been understand and liked by another human being.

Thank you!

What can I say, the man is talented.