Worlds to Explore

WORLDS TO EXPLORE

In the deep dark sky

Billions of worlds do fly

We are myopic

And think of one

And disregard the fact

That we are not alone

The only one

This world

Of which I speak

Tis the world of self

To which we keep

Behind each face

A World doth dwell

One with perspectives

So different

The imagination doth swell

Each soul sees

A world so rich

Our view valid

And others muted, pallid

We are so concerned

What others think

Though not what

But what of us

T’is self-delusion

That through life

We build the illusion

That life is about us

Forgetting that

The quicksand of self

Leaves us empty

wanting

Upon this world

Billions do roam

To each person

This is home

If on that rare occasion

We look in another’s eyes

And see life through them

A rich tapestry will form

And just perhaps

We will find

A new norm

And realize

In the end

That we are all one

-Shiidon, September 2013

In a world where people are doubled over when they are walking and driving over devices of solitude  I have pondered how often do we actually get to learn about each other and see life through another's eye.  We are all here for each other.  An example of this came today.  I have been contemplating going to the symphony and was even offered tickets from someone who worked there should I decide to go sometime.  Today, while volunteering at the library another volunteer, who I have not met before, comes up to me and asks me if I like classical music.  I said that I love classical music.  She then asked me if I was alone or married.  I said that I was alone.  She then proceeded to offer me her symphony tickets as she is moving back to England and will not be able to use them.  I accepted them.  She then threw the icing on the cake.  She asked me if I lived locally.  I said yes, I live in Lakeway.  She asked me if I was willing to give a ride to a man in his 90's who loves going to the symphony.  I readily agreed.  Going to experience something I love and being able to be of service at the same time.  How special that is.  Now that person can go to England with peace of mind that her tickets are appreciated and that the baton of service that she was providing is passed on as well.  What does the world look like through her eyes today?  What does she think my world looks like today?