Death, The Mysterious Stranger You know the mysterious stranger is coming to collect you; you know you have an appointment, but don’t know when. You see him around from time to time, taking care of his business, but you make sure you avoid his gaze, and don’t answer when he speaks. There’s so much that you love here so many people and places and pleasures you feel attached to and so many goals left to achieve, and ambitions to fulfill. So why would you want to leave? Maybe if you teach yourself to forget him then he’ll forget you too. But avoidance only makes fear grow stronger - a fear too subtle to sense like poisonous gas that slowly spreads through your being tingeing your thoughts with anxiety. A background dread of your own extinction that makes every sound suspicious, every movement threatening, and every moment a burden while the mysterious stranger walks carefree, nonchalant, scarcely aware of you. Don’t ignore him anymore - turn to the stranger and embrace him, let him walk beside you, and he’ll reveal his true identity: a magician who can transform your life with the power of perspective and the magic of new meaning, who can turn listlessness to purpose cold stone hours to light-jewelled moments a jaded old man’s flatland to a child’s new world of wonder. And finally, when the mysterious stranger turns to you and nods you won’t fight death, but go willingly. And as you walk across the border and enter his strange kingdom where separateness and solidity melt away, and the softest, clearest light engulfs you and new dimensions unfold around you flooding you with new knowledge (which you somehow always knew) you smile serenely as you realize that this kingdom is your home and this journey will never end.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 13:11:24 +0000