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PostPosted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 4:46 am 
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The House Of Dust

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We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain,
We do not remember the red roots whence we rose,
But we know that we rose and walked, that after a while
We shall lie down again.

One of us sings in the street, and we listen to him;
The words ring over us like vague bells of sorrow.

He sings of a house he lived in long ago.

It is strange; this house of dust was the house I lived in;
The house you lived in, the house that all of us know.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:38 am 
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And we recall, with a gleaming stab of sadness,
Vaguely and incoherently, some dream
Of a world we came from, a world of sun-blue hills . . .
A black wood whispers around us, green eyes gleam;
Someone cries in the forest, and someone kills.

And, growing tired, we turn aside at last,
Remember our secret selves, seek out our towers,
Lay weary hands on the banisters, and climb;
Climbing, each, to his little four-square dream
Of love or lust or beauty or death or crime.

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:41 am 
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The wind shrieks, the wind grieves;
It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again;
And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams
And desires to stir, to resist a ghost of pain.

We reach vague-gesturing hands, we lift our heads,
Hear sounds far off,—and dream, with quivering breath,
Our curious separate ways through life and death.

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:43 am 
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I walk in a cloud of wonder; I am glad.
I mingle among the crowds; my heart is pounding;
You do not guess the adventure I have had! . . .
Yet you, too, all have had your dark adventures,
Your sudden adventures, or strange, or sweet . . .
My peril goes out from me, is blown among you.
We loiter, dreaming together, along the street.

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:45 am 
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Time is a dream, he thinks, a destroying dream;
It lays great cities in dust, it fills the seas;
It covers the face of beauty, and tumbles walls.

What was this dream we had, a dream of music,
Music that rose from the opening earth like magic
And shook its beauty upon us and died away?

The long cold streets extend once more before us.
The red sun drops, the walls grow grey.
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,
The hours go silently over our lifted faces,
We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea.

Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together.
We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.

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The young boy whistles, hurrying down the street,
The young girl hums beneath her breath.
One goes out to beauty, and does not know it.
And one goes out to death.

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As darkness falls
The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls
Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving,
Moving like music, secret and rich and warm.
How shall we live tonight? Where shall we turn?
To what new light or darkness yearn?

A thousand winding stairs lead down before us;
And one by one in myriads we descend
By lamplit flowered walls, long balustrades,
Through half-lit halls which reach no end.

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:52 am 
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Through soundless labyrinths of dream you pass,
Through many doors to the one door of all.
Soon as it's opened we shall hear a music:
Or see a skeleton fall . . .

The music ends. The screen grows dark. We hurry
To go our devious secret ways, forgetting
Those many lives . . . We loved, we laughed, we killed,
We danced in fire, we drowned in a whirl of sea-waves.
The flutes are stilled, and a thousand dreams are stilled.


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I fall asleep and I dream. But part of me is always awake and I watch myself dreaming.

The sun sets at the horizon, night is returning. In my old house darkness is born from objects everywhere; plants, furniture, tapestry. Slowly the shadows lengthen creating a thousand new figures that unite one to the other, as if a part of a diabolic plan.

Not even an hour and the shadows have eaten the entire house, leaving me _ my old house and darkness to keep us company…as in being born the same hour.

In the dark, echo is the master. Every single step I take multiplies to get lost in the endless corridors of the house, creating a sonorous inexistent life. A house too big for only one person.

Even as a child playing hide and seek …when my school friends would come to visit, I would bet of not finding all the nooks and crannies.

I walk through the kitchen out into my playroom, down the main corridor and into the radio room. Attracted by a red glow. There are burning logs in the fireplace.

Getting there I stare at a large framed photo of my parents on the wall. As I look it seems as they come alive and begin to interact with me.

In the picture, for certain they are reflected in great smiles…but the eyes, the mirror of the soul, seem to cry with me.

There is a shadowy figure in front of the burning fireplace and but for the voice I have difficulty recognizing. The crackling of the fire keeps us company.

"I know well that you are no longer a child, and I apologize for worrying about you" He says.

"Don't worry, I know what I am doing" I reply. We look at each other for an instant, and then I break the ice "you know the house is really empty now"

"Well, no, it is you that wants it empty" he says in sadness.

"But you cannot understand…"

"I understand very well…this house, this emptiness…this darkness…is nothing more than a representation of what is inside of you. If you were to bring light within the soul, then all, even this old house, will repurchase life."

I lower my head and try to keep calm. With one hand I lean against the cold walls…doubts…too many doubts…I feel that a part of the emotional chaos inside does not want to leave clinging to my soul.

I leave the radio room slamming the door and head for the rear rooms in rapid steps.

Then a soft voice "So long Dad"

A strong wind begins to blow from the west over the train station making me shiver…in the distance… lightning flashes presage the arrival of a storm…probably one of the many to expect this summer.

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And my good friend writes me about the train of life
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At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel on our side.

However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone.
As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life.

Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum. Others will go so unnoticed that we don't realize they vacated their seats.

This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells. Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.


The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down?

So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are.

It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.


I wish you a joyful journey on the train of life. Reap success and give lots of love. More importantly, thank God for the journey. Lastly, I thank you for being one of the passengers on my train.

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