The Sound of Sirens

 “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
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I woke with a sweat drenched pillow, the dreams that enthralled me were just out of reach but I could struggle and recall them if I didn’t hesitant any longer and with that thought, I pulled back the sounds of voices, calling like the fine wind and string instruments of lyre and lute. The voices were right, wisdom echoed in their cadence as I found my ship drawn inextricably to their haunting direction. Have you ever smelled perfume? Not the cheap whorish variety that smelled like cotton candy but a subtle scent that lingered long after she left the room? That’s how her voice seemed, a wafting fragrance that captivated both mind and body and caused me to drift aimless but not so misdirected as one lost, for my wanderings found their home in her arms. Ok, now that I wrangled my dreams from their abyss, I can take my sweat soaked bedding and snap open a beer that waited for me in the icy bottom of the cooler. Simple pleasures, intense dreams, cold beer, what more could a man want from chasing the pleasures of his Queen? I could go on but would you be interested in the musings of one who gave his ear in desperation of love, or one who wrote under the influence of acid and heroin? If not for leisure, philosophy would find no fertile ground. How can you think when your body is burdened with heat, sweat and fatigue? Yet, as I grabbed the sweaty pillow, I was lying down, sleeping, and still I sweated with what? Passion? Work? What trick of nature is this? I’m still and yet my dreams bring labor, enough work to leave me exhausted. Perhaps I actually live a life beyond the awakened drudgery of normalcy? Society feels no compassion for the sweat obtained through dreams, and yet, that’s were the miracles of living are brought to a vivid reality. Yes, my thoughts are work, yes, that’s my job, and yes, from it I am weary and sweaty. I’m off to work again, don’t look for me on the street, my tasks take me to roads never seen, and I dance with voices never heard.

Give and It Will Be Given – Putting feet on the cliche

“False riches, consisting of money, houses and lands, acquired by selfish means at cost to others and thereafter used selfishly, are almost always used for the oppression of other persons.” Joseph Franklin Rutherford
 

I really, really, want something. What I desired is irrelevant, but I determined to make it mine by committing all my resources to obtain it. A grand gesture for important goals, but topursue all my wants, at all costs, creates an egocentricity that breeds a discontent of mind and ill feelings in my social circles. As long as I live, there will be a long line of things, people, places, and emotions that will never satisfy. I‘ll always want more . A better way to live is to apply my resources to help meet the needs I see in people around me everyday. When I help meet their needs, my desires accompanied by a contented peace, will come to pass. This principle is represented in many spiritual disciplines by the cliche “do unto others”. A lifestyle reflecting this choice is contrary to the materialistic, grab-everything-I-can-regardless-of-the-consequences mindset in society today. As a child, I played a game called “Rough Take”. Someone would, either purposely or accidentally, drop an item. A yell of “rough take!” would ring out and we would rush in pushing, shoving, hitting, and using every dirty trick at our disposal to get it. Thismindset exists in society today. Throw a few dollars in the air on the street, and watch as people lose all civility to pick them up. My dear friends, today I challenge you to a higher level of thinking and living. Help those around you to get what they want and your needs will be met without the struggle of a “Rough Take”.