Bronze :Sage in contemplation by M J Jaquemart
In days gone by the power to fly seemed to rest with a special few.
These old sages made their destiny their own in knowing what to do.
They flew because they understood and were aware of the world around them.
Like the birds in the sky or the fish in the sea or grass growing on the hill.
In past days only the rare, gifted and lonely spirits broke the mould.
This mould that held lesser mortals gripped, condemned to walk the byways.
Seen as dangerous, the gifted few were often burnt as witches were of old.
In the Axial Age there came the Buddha, Confucius, Lao Tzu, Zoroaster,
Heraclitus, Plato, Socrates and the rest, also Testament Prophets of Old.
Whether they met and talked is now beside the point. Probably not:
They did not need to. There was a spirit moving across the world, awakening
Slumbering minds to the interlinked nature of all things: like Indra’s net.
The ancient sages understood, using just their minds, more than we know now.
Such ones appear but rarely, if ever. For sometimes the lifespan of a universe
Can pass without such a one appearing. The rest condemned to live in ignorance.
Some sages taught to those who listened, but they did not hear or understand.
Today’s scholars know more of what there is. What we see and feel is coloured
By our senses and by our past. Of that there can be no doubt, no doubt at all.
A question is how modern sages compare with those of the past? Was William Blake
A sage? Or Emanuel Swedenborg or Krishnamurti? and what about the current ones.
One can hardly hear at all, rather like a modern Tower of Babel! The Dali Lama?
And what about Maitreya who placed the foundation stones of the lives we live now?
We know nothing, though our history is in the rocks around us if we could but read.
How can one learn to see this world around us for what it really is?
That was not what made the ancients understand, for what they
Saw was not of this world but another, less distinct, beyond, like shamans
Beyond the bounds of normal human understanding and description.
More people are alive now than ever lived in all our ancestral lineage.
Can thoughts add up together? If so the intensity of thought is greater now than ever.
Many have struggled and died in past years to allow us to be free.
Do we dare? Do we measure up to what we have been bequeathed?
Often the chains that bind our thoughts exist nowhere but in our minds.
Sadly it takes more to unlock these hidden shackles of the brain
Than to rescue scarred and damaged bodies ground down by lives of toil and torment.
Often we value the things we CAN see higher than those we cannot.
What price the freedom to roam and soar in the sky like a bird?
What price to have those things we take for granted? Warm in winter,
Cool in summer, clean air and water and enough food for all to eat.
It ain’t going to be so for ever. Who will go to the wall?
“They” will try and own these necessities and make the others pay.
All use what mother earth provides as if its free, and will be there for ever.
Blinded to the fact that mankind is fast destroying the hand that feeds.
Its the wear and tear of those lives so unlived by so many
That destroys the insides and brings tears to the eyes from grief.
A lived life grows and brings such sweet ties that bind with others.
There is someone there, someone inside living a life, and looking out
To welcome those passing by along on the road of time.
So there is someone to care for those who need help. Does anyone not?
“They” can never command those who fly free with the winds in the sky
And sail over the sea to the end of the world and beyond in their thoughts.