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The Handkerchief
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The Handkerchief |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
The Handkerchief I walked down the stairs into the bright city street to the store for a brew and a smoke. Huddled in a corner of the smashed landscape was a rubbled human fragment that was broke. He looked like a drab bundle of dirty clothes, all torn and shredded at the seams, littered with the residue of broken battles and cracked glass of shattered dreams. He began his dying early through agonizing routes of disappointment, disillusion and shame, ending up in last place on pavement searching for that license tag of fleeting Fame. Great men leave marks of their fragmentary existence. On the tapestry of his life were blots, discolored blemishes he used as yardsticks to measure the man he was not. With his hand extended, he looked in my eyes and asked for any spare change. I pulled out some quarters and a handkerchief which he took and said "Thanks all the same." I said there was Sorcery in the hanky, which he viewed all folded and neat. And if he mentally rubbed the dark spots of his life, he could liberate himself from the streets. Cynicism in his eyes heard Truth in my voice. A glimmer of Hope did fuse. I nodded with assurance and waved goodbye saying "Try it ! So, what have you to lose ?" Halfway down the block, I turned to see his hand rise up in the air. That handkerchief rubbing some phantom blot engulfed by his captured stare. Several days later, I passed that place but a new guy sat in his booth who said my guy one day stood up heading home to his kids in Duluth. Then I walked down the block but turned to witness something inspiring and rare. That new guy was rubbing, with handkerchief in hand, some blot in the air with "his" stare. A Man can rise from a cellar to a summit giving birth to a brand new start, with a sprinkle of Belief and a dash of Desire and the Magic in the human Heart. Namyh |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This compassionate attitude is what we need to foster worldwide. What a beautiful write to end my night~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Several days later, I passed that place but a new guy sat in his booth who said my guy one day stood up heading home to his kids in Duluth. Then I walked down the block but turned to witness something inspiring and rare. That new guy was rubbing, with handkerchief in hand, some blot in the air with "his" stare. This... warms the heart. *S* Great write! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Very nice,truly enjoyed. latearrival |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Namyh, this is a major work. I love the way you have given Hope to this scene of social devastation. This is "pay it forward" on a Cosmic scale. Thank you for lifting my spirit. Jim Sutra 5: Public self-criticism does not brighten one’s Spark of Brahman: it merely feeds one’s narcissism. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Midnitesun – Have a dream on me Midnitesun of an ideal world where there is no want, no need and people help one another. And compassion is a mandatory requirement to remain there. Thanks. Namyh suthern – That’s where it was aimed suthern. So very happy its arrow found a target in you that spread the warmth. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
latearrival – Late or not, you’re just on time with your enjoyment. Thanks for it. Namyh Jim – There is a vast potential in all of us. Some find it early. Others of us spend half a lifetime or more looking for it in other places and other people, only to find it was inside all the time. From one ancient with lifted spirits to another whose spirit is lifted, thanks Jim. Glad you loved this. Hope it put a smile in your day. Namyh |
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