Sitting in the dark staring out seeing nothing... waiting for the flicker of light wishing and hoping that someone would hear my silent cry. I think about my hopeless moments the fact that you could not hear my cry and still I shout out in silence for anyone that will embrace me... anyone that will hear me... anyone that will really see me. Then you came along and I wonder am I a burden to you with my song...The lyrics are harsh but they are my realities. I know you hear me but it's impossible for you to feel me...yet I keep sharing the melody...the melody that is within my soul...the imprint that makes me feel as though I will never ever move forward. Will there ever be anyone that can really know what it feels like to be in this darkness. The very essence of my soul cries out...where will I go...who can really feel that darkness in my soul? Then there is you...my hope...my light...the brightness that makes me smile. The question still lingers and there is a hole in my soul but you always reassure me that you're there... that you're listening and that you hear me...that brings joy to my heart to know that there is someone...in this darkness, hope...brings a tiny bit of light that makes my day seem a little brighter. There is hope and as long as I can maintain the understanding that hope will carry me one more day until eventually the pain will be less. I keep waking up in this darkness with that silent cry that through hope I will one day really see the light. The light will brighten up the darkness until my "Silent Cry" will become a "Beacon of Hope" for others as I am able to share my story, then others may be able to share theirs.
(This piece is dedicated to all the precious ones that have and are feeling pain from a traumatic experience in their lives. Suffering in the darkness with a silent voice has a debilitating effect on ones Soul growth and I hope that through my own sharing of writings it will encourage others to,"Rewrite Your Own Life Story". Constantly reliving the experience through replaying it out in your mind will keep one stuck in that moment. I would like to encourage others to write out your story and give the characters a different story line which will empower you to regain the fragments of your Soul, lost through the experience. Call the fragments of yourself "Home to your Soul" and slowly start the process of becoming whole again through the rewrite of your story toward a "New Beginning" and a continued journey towards brighter days! May Peace and Light lead you in the Process.)
Friday, January 10, 2014
WOW...This kitchen has a few cob webs I discovered after checking in from a long break! One of my greatest passions has been on hold way too long...do I have to even say what that passion is? Just like some of you out there...I went on the back burner...for a long simmer! Well...here I am after a very painful day of laying one of the greatest loves of my life to rest...my Beloved Sistah, Behin White along with her two beautiful children Ruha and Jamal today, with great dignity temporarily let their husband, father and best friend take spiritual flight! With the utmost respect and admiration I could not sleep without saying my proper farewell to my spiritual brother who always encouraged me to keep on writing and keeping it real! With that said, I just wanted to remember a conversation that he and I had out of grave concern that my biracial son not getting lost in a sea of darkness whereby the world that we live in is so full of hatred. For those that knew Truitt...you could always expect him to explain with things being "part of the process"...:-)! We talked a lot about realities...his, mine, others...spiritual and physical. Sometimes those of us that consider ourselves spiritual look to "The Word" for that guidance...on realities. However, much of the truth is in the Word...I would say that we "The World" are not there yet in understanding how to make our spiritual realities our physical realities. Mostly because we all are not on the same page much less the same book. With much patience, we will get there...One Day! So...I asked Truitt, being a young black man in Los Angeles with all the racial tensions then, how did you become the loving, caring, sympathetic, most diverse, slow to anger man I have ever known? I ask this question of Truitt after 15 years of him knowing my soul...respectfully,expecting that he would be totally open with me because he knew my heart and current situation after filling him in. My heart burst into tears when he began by saying...my beloved sistah, it is because of who you are that I will share with you my deepest thoughts. I will never forget that conversation that day and his most loving support that whatever painfully memories it may have brought for him, his deepest concern was for the well being of my son and my family that he shared his story with me. For whatever reason that GOD granted me the favor of knowing this great man I may never know but what I do know IS that this Man was another example of the Angels placed in our lives exactly when we need them! For those that I left hanging in suspense on our conversation...just let me say that one of the greatest gifts that he said we can give our children is...exposure to diversity at a very young age because the World is really "One Human Family" but until you can really see that up close it will never be Your Reality! He said that was the gift of the Baha'i Faith to him...One World...One Family...His Reality...even though we have a long way to go...no greater place than right in the middle of "the work"...all "Part of the Process"! Thank you my brother...Truitt White (Behin, Ruha and Jamal...carry on the Legacy) Submitted 1/09/2014 11:30 pm
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