© Swami X, April 2, 2009
I have been walking this path for eternity
And yet now it seems my feet had never left the spot
until you came and took my hand
I look back to see footprints disappeared
And a world that has faded to grey
My eyes scan the path i have taken to get here
Unable to see its connection to where I Am now
Its colors have run dry
Leaving in their place
A black and white landscape
a shadow of a life
that is a long distance
from the light inside of me
All that i knew—
Or thought i did
Now seems like a distant dream
That is hard to care about
Once awoken
Decisions
Arguments
Jobs
Girls
Laughing
Crying
All old reruns played on a black and white television
and as much as I try
I can’t seem to remain interested
in the cancelled shows of yesteryear
Chess, bodybuilding, sports and friends forever
But forever has died and in its place there are tombstones
And to spend more than a few minutes
At the cemetery
your eyes might adjust to the grey
but your heart never will
I should feel nostalgic
for all the girls who shared my bed
shared my love
for the young man who never fully committed to them…
or life
But all their faces have faded to grey
As if scried in a crystal ball
far away and looking like death
unable to touch the new-found life of my Be-ing
The rainbow lies ahead
But even that seems like a place where i can’t go
For now even Who I Am
Or who i thought I was
Has faded to grey
Leaving me wearing the same face
Only now my Be-ing no longer takes that very seriously
Tell me, my love, that the rainbow is real
That when I arrive
It won’t fade to grey
i am starting to wonder if anything matters
For how can I enjoy anything
If tomorrow it, too, will fade to grey
Or has now my black and white eyes
Been traded in for ones of color
And all I see in front of me
Has no choice but to be magnificent
hues of luminescence
a bifocal vision
where it is only when i look back
that everything
Fades to grey
As I walk the path
Ever forward
Now once again it feels like I Am remaining still
For I no longer care if the rainbow ahead is real
Or a mirage
If it will remain permanent in color
Or fade to grey
And when the past and the future
Memories and hopes
All you held onto and all you cared to achieve
Fades to grey
All that matters is this very moment
Here and now
And it is overwhelmingly colorful
Full
Overflowing
and it is enough
I’ve read this 6 times now… and it makes me cry every time. This is really beautiful. Thank you so much.
I haven’t read it in a bit…I don’t know if I am ready yet, as the inspiration for the piece recently told me that our paths need to run separate and, for the moment, I am having trouble seeing color.