The Journey Beyond the Windowpane

By James Wadman

 

The sun first rises above the half-painted, half-eroded rooftops in my neighborhood and the world begins again– a new day, a new chance to make it another step further from home. The pace of the earth’s rotation seems to speed up, as the sun gets higher. On any other day, we would forget that the world is composed of peace and we’d see only that the peace is orchestrated by a devastating competition of survival. Some voice begs that we get out of bed and stop wishing upon the sunrise for a new adventure. If we ignore the logical path for a moment, we will hear the only voices that truly matter, spoken by the emotions that burn us up inside. It takes a lifetime to figure out where you’ll end up, but don’t fear the time that passes you by. These moments, as your mind drifts at the pace of the clouds and the world spins around you, are the moments in which you can actually hear the voice of consciousness and the beating of your heart.

The Whole Story

I was breathlessly anchored among the calm ripples of a blown glass ocean when I first saw you, carrying the weight of the sunrise on your shoulders.

-Jw

As it Dawned Upon Me

I stand in a white dawn,
Naïve of the foreshadowed genesis
of an unwritten chapter.
The color of vintage falls from the sky
Where once the stars
of infinite reign shined.
Do we ever think of dawn as the end?
Only in words do we describe dawn with sunrise
But now all I see is the stars as they set.
As I close my eyes to transcend,
                                    to transcend.
I’ll find my way to the beginning again.

-James Wadman

Quite Simple

I do not only see a world that is falling to pieces. There could be so much to gain if we could all just stop looking at the fragmented principles and meanings of society, maybe just for a moment, and recognize that what we see and feel is just a small story in the universe. If we could see and feel the world we could let go of everything holding us back. We could just forgive the debts we’ve accumulated and find a way to look forward to the future as a loving entity of humanity, rather than a belligerent species of human beings in competition with ourselves. In time we could learn to share more than ideas and knowledge, but also our conscious awareness of love and compassion that underlies every move we make. Our progress could be defined by more than digits on a TV screen or the next technological advancement that we thought of before the other countries. The remedy is the simplest cure for the most violent, menacing plague our existence has ever faced: find a way to care about each other. Teach our children, persuade our elders, and represent ourselves as a model for love.

I think the funny thing about this post is that most of the people who read my blog don’t really need to be reminded of all this. So to all of you who keep up with my posts, I thank you for your ongoing contributions to a better world, as I’m sure you spread your own wisdom and compassion with others everyday.

-Jw

The Weight of a Heartbeat

Poetry, by James Wadman

Streaks of a painted sunset fall away over the earth
The finches follow the young stars back home.
They close their eyes; a world of marvel overtakes them
And there begins in the night a story of rebirth.
I wonder if a finch can measure
The weight of a heartbeat against the setting sun
Or the touch of the wind that guides her home.
What is sculpted in reverie once she
Finds her way home form the stars above?
For all who read the stars can dream
When the stars are the language of love.

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