07.31.07

We lie on our backs in fields of glass and flowers. There are many, and there are few; we are aware of each other and that is enough. We smile as the shards cut deeper, we watch the sky turn black, blue, grey, orange, purple, pink. The flowers fade, and die; but they come back, and we watch. We wait. We are waiting for something bigger and smaller than the death and rebirth of silver orchids, but they push through the glass and cut into our bodies no matter what we are waiting for. Occasionally we will turn our heads to our neighbours, and smile, and whisper, but who knows what we whisper as we are cut to pieces turning our heads this way and that, almost reassuring one another but no one needs that. Some of us dream, but some of us prefer to watch the colours change, die, return.
We are all dreamers whether we dream or watch, though. We dream of a day that is both far off and near; we dream of the End and of the Beginning. We know things unspoken but realized individually, what is Beauty, and Love, and how to Wait, and Watch. We know Patience. We are happy to wait, we know everything is happening as it should, and how it was Planned.
Gradually, the world changes shape. We watch. The continents of the world move, and clash, and separate, and rejoin. We watch ice, and heat, and dust. We watch life; it goes much faster than the Earth, but we keep up.
We watch wars; we watch the souls who have not Realized suffer in life, and in death. We watch them through their rebirth and their new lives, as they make new mistakes and sometimes the old; we watch them progress through their lives determined to Understand as we already do. Determined to Act, regardless of the consequences, but we watch them, and we wait for them to Realize.
Our numbers grow, but we are the same. We wait as we did before, and as we shall for much time to come.
We wait, and watch, and bleed. The colours change, our wounds heal and are torn again. We watch the colours of emotions, we watch souls that are happy and angry, melancholy and calm. They are like us, we see, and we wait, and our numbers grow. We become happier. We see time, and how little is left. Our numbers grow substantially, and so does our happiness. We wait ecstatically, for the End and for the Beginning.





There you are; we have been waiting for you.