Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Down the Hallways
Sometimes my life seems like a open road, I'm in control of everything. Flowers bloom by side of a paved country road. Every now and then a pond glimmers in the sunshine.
Nothing could be more fine on a breezy summer day when I have nothing else on my mind. Nothing could fill me better. Nothing more could lighten my eyes or lift my cares away than a mental walk down my road.
Everyone has a road. It's theirs, of their own making. Everyone can go down their road any old time.
So why do I sometimes find myself walking down that hall that closes me inside? Halls are interesting, even those where the doors are artfully juxtaposed inside, inside, inside, and inside. And I keep thinking that the sky is outside. Outside is where I go to wonder and play.
I touch the wood walls. I slide my feet along the smooth floors. I hear my voice echoing as I whisper to remember my name. It's my name. It's my name. I say that over and over and over. Finally I reach the very last door.
When I walk through, I find . . . . the meaning of my life.
It doesn't matter, it wouldn't look the same to you.
But for me there is the most marvelous night sky in which I can see my name.
Heaven knows we're alive.
--,me strauss Letting me be