i have to walk into the night

[Guest guest]

"I am filled with you.

Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.

There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.

Nothing in this existence but that existence."

 

~Rumi

 

Around about 11:00 p.m. last night while we were sitting on the green

couchtogether, b expressed that he was quite tired and he was

thinking of going to bed. i had been thinking along those lines too.

Suddenly as i was about to voice this very same sentiment, i found

myself saying something like, "i have to walk into the night. i have

to go out into the Beautiful One." Ordinarily, anytime i walk at

night, b goes along with me. We so enjoy our evening wanderings along

Estudillo and Castro and Alhambra. But he declined and said that he

would wait for me to return. So i went upstairs and dressed, put on

my shoes and off i went to waltz into the Beautiful One, into the

cold night's darkness, glowing with possibilities that the Pranaic

Parade of Particulars would ferry me forth and carry me into some

particularly remarkable situation. i had no inkling of what it might

be and had no projected scenario or outcome in mind. Out the door and

into the night . . . and the Night never looked so Delightedly Bright

and the Sky of Heart never felt so Full and Ripe with Bliss-

Blessedness as did last night when i stepped out that door and

wandered dreamily into the Beautiful One.

 

i had just reached the corner of Allen and Alhambra when i heard a

great screeching of tires. This was not a route i ordinarily, if ever

take. But i was turned around from my usual path and followed

silently the strange pull to Alhambra Blvd. Hearing the long and

seemingly suspended in time and space, sound of the wheels gripping

the asphalt in an attempt to stop a hulk of careening metal from

crashing into something that wasn't meant to be crashed into, i felt

an enormous calm come over me even as i quickened my footsteps. In

every situation in which i've ever found myself dealing with an

emergency, i have fallen into a calm and peace so deep, i go into

automatic mode of action. i never panic. It's a good thing to curry,

for we are always going to be presented with situations that require

our utmost sensibility and rationale. Last night was such a time.

 

At the end of the short block along Alhambra, a small Ford truck had

lost control while speeding excessively and the driver was not able

to negotiate the curve. The truck impacted with an unbelievable

crunching "BOOM!" into an elm tree. The tree did not budge an inch of

its ground. They seldom do. A young man was lying just outside the

driver's door, thrashing and calling out for help. Inside the truck,

the passenger was unconscious and gurgling with the sound that was

hauntingly familiar to the same death rattle that my father emitted

when he was dying. The young passenger, another male, had gone

through the windshield and then been snapped back inside. He was

unrecognizable as a human face. There was nothing i could do for him

at that moment so i quickly went to the side of the driver lying on

the sidewalk. i knelt down and took his Dear wounded hand in my own.

i began talking calmly and Lovingly to him, asking him his name. He

told me it was Umberto. Umberto was one of those boys who is the

image of a young god. He was Latino and so incredibly beautiful it

captivated my aesthetic eye. Umberto was also incredibly drunk. He

reeked of alcohol and i knew then that his odyssy was just beginning

to unfold. Dear, broken Umberto wanted to lift his legs but could not

and he cried that his back was hurting, calling plaintively and

obviously very frightened, "Help me, help me, please help me." i

called clearly and with a sense of demand to him, "Umberto, Umberto,

look at me. It's all right Dear. Everything is all right." He stared

full into my eyes and he had the most incredibly large, exquisite

brown eyes i ever saw, and he cried to me, "Don't leave me. Please,

please, don't leave me." i spoke with the Love of a mother to its

child, "Of course not Dear, of course not. i won't leave you. i'll

stay with you, here by your side and i won't let go of your hand,

DearHeart." In a flash, the entire area, the air, the sky, the people

milling around, Umberto, the dying friend, me, the tree, the world,

all became imbued in Peace. That Dearest, that Dear Darling child-man

then stopped fighting and crying. He rested in the Peace we were

immersed in as OneHeart, OneMind, OneBeing. We WERE Peace Itself. We

had walked into the Beautiful One together, holding hands and looking

into eternity, turning like quicksilver-silken-fire in our mated

eyes, locked in the Infinite Compassion of the Most Beautiful Beloved

One.

 

i stayed with Umberto until the paramedics took him away on the

stretcher. Then, i turned on my heel and walked into the night,

wandered away into Mystery and Awe.

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b

[Guest guest]

Verry Verry beautiful Mazie. Amazing.

 

Love

Bobby

 

 

- In , "mazie_l <sraddha54@h...>"

<sraddha54@h...> wrote:

>

> "I am filled with you.

> Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.

> There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.

> Nothing in this existence but that existence."

>

> ~Rumi

>

> Around about 11:00 p.m. last night while we were sitting on the

green

> couchtogether, b expressed that he was quite tired and he was

> thinking of going to bed. i had been thinking along those lines

too.

> Suddenly as i was about to voice this very same sentiment, i found

> myself saying something like, "i have to walk into the night. i

have

> to go out into the Beautiful One." Ordinarily, anytime i walk at

> night, b goes along with me. We so enjoy our evening wanderings

along

> Estudillo and Castro and Alhambra. But he declined and said that he

> would wait for me to return. So i went upstairs and dressed, put on

> my shoes and off i went to waltz into the Beautiful One, into the

> cold night's darkness, glowing with possibilities that the Pranaic

> Parade of Particulars would ferry me forth and carry me into some

> particularly remarkable situation. i had no inkling of what it

might

> be and had no projected scenario or outcome in mind. Out the door

and

> into the night . . . and the Night never looked so Delightedly

Bright

> and the Sky of Heart never felt so Full and Ripe with Bliss-

> Blessedness as did last night when i stepped out that door and

> wandered dreamily into the Beautiful One.

>

> i had just reached the corner of Allen and Alhambra when i heard a

> great screeching of tires. This was not a route i ordinarily, if

ever

> take. But i was turned around from my usual path and followed

> silently the strange pull to Alhambra Blvd. Hearing the long and

> seemingly suspended in time and space, sound of the wheels gripping

> the asphalt in an attempt to stop a hulk of careening metal from

> crashing into something that wasn't meant to be crashed into, i

felt

> an enormous calm come over me even as i quickened my footsteps. In

> every situation in which i've ever found myself dealing with an

> emergency, i have fallen into a calm and peace so deep, i go into

> automatic mode of action. i never panic. It's a good thing to

curry,

> for we are always going to be presented with situations that

require

> our utmost sensibility and rationale. Last night was such a time.

>

> At the end of the short block along Alhambra, a small Ford truck

had

> lost control while speeding excessively and the driver was not able

> to negotiate the curve. The truck impacted with an unbelievable

> crunching "BOOM!" into an elm tree. The tree did not budge an inch

of

> its ground. They seldom do. A young man was lying just outside the

> driver's door, thrashing and calling out for help. Inside the

truck,

> the passenger was unconscious and gurgling with the sound that was

> hauntingly familiar to the same death rattle that my father emitted

> when he was dying. The young passenger, another male, had gone

> through the windshield and then been snapped back inside. He was

> unrecognizable as a human face. There was nothing i could do for

him

> at that moment so i quickly went to the side of the driver lying on

> the sidewalk. i knelt down and took his Dear wounded hand in my

own.

> i began talking calmly and Lovingly to him, asking him his name. He

> told me it was Umberto. Umberto was one of those boys who is the

> image of a young god. He was Latino and so incredibly beautiful it

> captivated my aesthetic eye. Umberto was also incredibly drunk. He

> reeked of alcohol and i knew then that his odyssy was just

beginning

> to unfold. Dear, broken Umberto wanted to lift his legs but could

not

> and he cried that his back was hurting, calling plaintively and

> obviously very frightened, "Help me, help me, please help me." i

> called clearly and with a sense of demand to him, "Umberto,

Umberto,

> look at me. It's all right Dear. Everything is all right." He

stared

> full into my eyes and he had the most incredibly large, exquisite

> brown eyes i ever saw, and he cried to me, "Don't leave me. Please,

> please, don't leave me." i spoke with the Love of a mother to its

> child, "Of course not Dear, of course not. i won't leave you. i'll

> stay with you, here by your side and i won't let go of your hand,

> DearHeart." In a flash, the entire area, the air, the sky, the

people

> milling around, Umberto, the dying friend, me, the tree, the world,

> all became imbued in Peace. That Dearest, that Dear Darling child-

man

> then stopped fighting and crying. He rested in the Peace we were

> immersed in as OneHeart, OneMind, OneBeing. We WERE Peace Itself.

We

> had walked into the Beautiful One together, holding hands and

looking

> into eternity, turning like quicksilver-silken-fire in our mated

> eyes, locked in the Infinite Compassion of the Most Beautiful

Beloved

> One.

>

> i stayed with Umberto until the paramedics took him away on the

> stretcher. Then, i turned on my heel and walked into the night,

> wandered away into Mystery and Awe.

>

> LoveAlways,

>

> Mazie & b