Perhaps

I felt a need to write today...perhaps you will read it. Perhaps it will stir something within. Perhaps not.

Perhaps.. life is unimaginably hard.

Perhaps... the smiles we put on for the outside world dissolve the moment we close our eyes.

Perhaps... in those moments when no one stands before us, we do not wish to spend much time behind the eyelids... in that thought-filled darkness, that is filled with the ceaseless chatter of regret and anxiousness.

Perhaps.... these conversations are hard because men are too manly, and women are too busy keeping their outer worlds afloat...perhaps we are all too busy being "Somebody"...chasing our little gold star stickers of approval from each other.

Perhaps.. there is an inner world where, if we examine it honestly, we may find that what we built for the outer world will not stand the test of time....and perhaps we will discover it is all but a house of cards.

Perhaps... sleep comes at the hands of substances we swallow to avoid those few moments of quiet, where we might accidentally see the bars of our own mental prison.

Mental prison?

Perhaps.... our very own thoughts and ideas of who we are, are the very prison guards of our own confinement. Maybe the bricks and bars of this interior prison were constructed by our experiences, our memories, our emotions, our environment....our parents, their parents, and theirs...

Perhaps.. the entire bloodline of our existence has contributed to what we have built inside of us.

Perhaps... through that honest inner self-examination, we will find that we have casually mortared the bricks of our own cell......and simultaneously assisted in building the inner prisons of each other.

Perhaps.... we have created the prison guards within, the thoughts and secrets that constantly circle our prison grounds...... big and mighty protectors of our special inner confinement.

Perhaps.. before the house of cards is blown down,

before further suffering comes,

we can encourage one another to self-examine.

We can begin to share our voyages through struggle.

We can share our journeys to enlightenment.

We can share the way to true freedom.

We can share in a way that goes beyond the bricks of religion,

beyond the concept of stature,

beyond the intellect,

beyond the confines of conditional friendships,

beyond our normal circles of influence,

beyond our beliefs,

beyond our very own identity.

Perhaps...there really is a field, the one Rumi writes of...a field out there, past the idea of right-doing and wrong-doing.

Perhaps.... we can begin meeting each other there....where our souls can lay in the grass of unconditional compassion, and share.

Perhaps.. the journey is not external, but inward.

Perhaps... there is a trail of breadcrumbs on a path called "Love & Vulnerability", hidden in the hills beyond the valley of IQ and pride.

Perhaps.... at the end of this trail, under the shade of surrender, a map awaits....one that reveals the location of the key to our inner prison.

Perhaps.... on that map, we may be surprised to see an arrow which points us to a place. An X placed at the center of our lovely prison.

Perhaps.. frustrated and tired we follow the arrow back within, to the center of our cell..

And there we find..

hanging on the wall right beside us..

is the key to our liberation.

Perhaps....... it has been there all along and is the key that unlocks our true purpose.

our true potential..

our truth..

our freedom.

Gibbo