Burdon the young man gasping, hushing and dying near to the door of hell. He strengthened his legs with divine power. He was unable to feel the blushing of wind, murmuring of birds and the sight of beauty. He was completely numbed.
He is lost in shadow
Body feels pain; born from depth
Heart burnt with intense intangible flame
As the scarlet rose ready to blossom.
Now, he doesn’t want to feel
The essence of life, glowing of light
He doesn’t want to know
The world of lie, lying in tie
He has become darker than darkness
Don’t be afraid, you loons!
He will burst into light
Very intense to glow the universe
Slowly and gradually with the pace of drift, he was grazing toward the place where he was originated. He opened the door seemingly vacant and completely void, but the man of glimpse was sitting in the chair at the corner of the room staring at the entrance. He might have been waiting for someone, it seemed to be so.
“You are alive. What the hellistic trick! You thought it would be.” Burdon shouted.
The man was quiet and still as the ocean. The sound of Burdon was echoing throughout the room for a long time as the horn bell.
“Burdon, come near to me and keep your wilderness to calm.”
“You are the tiny part of wisdom but very brave to think of killing me.” Ramey replied.
“I am in your mind, heart, and at your site for the very instant. Your grazing might have compiled with agony, dear!” he continued.
“You are the fucking filthy man.” Burdon growled. Burdon couldn’t control his anger and jumped into the table lying between them grabbed Ramey’s neck and tried to kill Ramey but Burdon choked and fell to the floor.
“Calm down! My boy, calm down!” Ramey politely spoke with Burdon. “This all thing was just my riddle.” “You look very frustrating, devastating, exhausting and suffocating.” “Breathe at your ease boy! Breathe at your ease!”
“I reminisce the day when my life in the hell was started. You the man being synonyms of wisdom and the man with greatness confined me into the deep dungeon, even the murmuring of birds don’t reach, even the essence of rose ignores to spread.” “The life has become intangible. The skin dried up, eyes blinded, nostrils closed. Look upon my merciful face, the draught in my smile, no tears remained to flow.” “You are the man who made my life like hell.” Burdon started to weep. But his eyes were not allowing the tears to flow. He seemed to be the small baby, just born.
He was the boy encountering the life of pain, the pain is hidden deep in the body even the heart failed to feel and senses felt to sense. The pain was in him but just now he was becoming the friend with it indeed.
“The struggle of one started with his birth. All of us are the gambler of our life, gambling with others in our own risk. Some termed it as the life, some adventure but I named it as the virtue of destiny toward intelligence.” Ramey explained.
Burdon was still shivering his whole body was not encountering the sense of the man he was like being sensed with the soul of the man. He wasn’t getting the thorough word of man which could be his starting of glimpse of light.
“I am thirsty. My heart is burning. My soul is suffering. I need water to drink and make me to feel.” Burdon shivered.
“Look, there is water in the mug in front of you. Serve yourself, dear!” Ramey offered.
Burdon hands hastily poured the water into the glass and drink three full of it in swift.
“Do you feel anything now?” Ramey spoke.
“My boy, I am sorry for the deed to be done at the instant. But there lies the greatest reason behind each reign of life. What would you say?” Ramey confessed.
The light of the room was gradually brightening; the splash of sight was bit by bit clearing. The noise was hitched toward music. The purity was slowly elevating. The intangible senses the young Burdon beholding was shining toward destiny. The complete sight of wave was surrounding the whole scenario for the fleeting of the soul and meaning of the young boy Burdon.
The despairing and desperate moment of the Burdon life was near to the edge of darkness and light as the candle separates its bottom with its shadow. The shadow that compiles him for long had been hunting him even the brightest shine of the sun and the clearest glimpse of sight. Burdon had not a single desire to end those all as he was hallucinated and tormented by the darkest power and hope of gloom and shadow of the fire and lump black dusk.
“You were my faith, my love, and my destiny. But now the every part of mind had changed and everything seems to be just the sand in the windstorm.” Burdon was weeping continuously.
Ramey looked toward Burdon and smirk at him for a while. It seemed he was looking the change that had brought by the sound and awful time of his life. He was so surely thinking that this young boy had long to go far beyond good and evil, right and wrong, faith and believe.
“Oh! My boy the faith and believe has put you in the dungeon for so long and now you are the beast ready to launch in the fire and thundering and the water of meaning and truth.” Ramey was smiling. “The happiness, the joy, the pleasure can be found even in inn of the darkness but you must remember to turn the light on, the inner light from the soul.”
“The faith and believe you are talking about thoroughly are just the words of lunatic senses that give the illusion and hallucinated vision of sanity. You are more than believe and faith, boy. You are the truth and hope of truth. Oh! My dearest boy, you are the gate keeper of the forbidden kingdom of your soul lying underneath you heart, body and mind. Don’t feel despair you are going to rise like the sun in the beautiful dawn after the darkest night with heavy rainfall and the heart threatening thunder.” Ramey tried to council Burdon.
“The dungeon is dungeon, the sorrow is sorrow, the hatred is hatred, the pain is pain, and how could you let me into such the horrible dark forest for so long. The quietness, the solitude, the utter wind without the air and blowing had surrounded for me for long and the mind has become dumb, the body has become numbed and I am just feeling to be the stone, just pretending to breathe.” Burdon had not stopped crying till.
The whole room was again become quiet and still. Both of them were looking toward each other. Burdon eyes tried to tears but the calm eyes of Ramey had stopped it for doing so.
Soul suffer terror with horror
Followed by each narrow
Hearth of beauty
Destroyed and vanished
Lone survivor of dungeon
Solely forgetting the sanity
Intangible rhythm of singularity
Very hard to summon
But the illusion of delusion
And the delusion of illusion
Hatch the reality
So powerless, senseless and thoughtless
Buffering of suffering
Solitude due volition
Heart wants love
Mind wants rational
Desperate in life
Death is one, all to be loved.
The depth was still torturing Burdon. The scenic beauty had long gone far from his sight. He was just the man in depth and the boy in surface. He was not making any senses through the whole vision of no mindedness.
“The word faith, love, fear, tear, compassion are very beautiful to listen, very easy to know but your whole life suffers vanity to understand.” Ramey continued again after long silence. “Don’t lost in vain, my boy, vanity drags you to madness faster than insanity.”
“But you have already dragged me toward madness, the madness of insanity, the madness through suffering, the madness through terror and the madness of hatred.” Burdon growled.
“Why you have done so terrible crime to me?”
“To keep you safe, strong and prepare you for the battle you are about to know: The battle between singularity and duality, the battle between you and real you, the battle between truth and illusion and the most the war between sanity and insanity.” Ramey stood up from the chair and spoke aloud as the thunder at the windstorm of desert.
“But why do I have to battle and war?” Burdon sobbed.
“You are doing something that keeps you as slave. Oh! My boy, look at me, don’t cry.” Ramey spoke gently. “Rise yourself with the triumph of victory and grasp the way toward reality and truth!”
“Listen carefully. The faith, hope and believe are the strong pillars of enslavement, the very ancient one” Ramey explained. “These ideas were the key of the one to the virtue through the people fears and complete his thirst for the manifestation of power. Life is not about power, it’s about something very important, the freedom, and the utter freedom which can only be possible the true truth.”
“Don’t believe in believe, put faith on faith and have hope on hope.”
“Believe is one for control, hope for hypnotize, and faith for your imprisonment.” Ramey continued.
“It burns. It burns me from the innermost part. Why do you lay, more misfortune on an already disturbed mind? Can you not see? I am worried by your grumbling and hawkishness.” Burdon confessed. “These words are the key for the well-being. Faith creates the beauty in all, hope drives impossible to possible and believe has power to win the god.”
“The whole tales of reality are just the manifestation of illusion and the perception of human sense. How could you be so sure to believe only to your senses and forget the idea that there lies more hidden that we can’t sense at all.” Ramey explained.
“The perception of observation gives you the sight of reality. How could it be so certainty that leads you to think they are the truth and reality? Are you fooling yourself?” He spoke with great anger.
“How can I am sure then, your perception is right at all? Your judgmental course also might be your illusion.” Burdon questioned.
“People, all of us judge in every moment; they also feared to be judged. Their heart, thus drive toward numbness, minds drop to lunatic, and the whole destiny settled in dilemma.” Ramey confined. “Just try to say fuck you to the world in every moment of life. Drive your whole sight into your own reality and your own truth and you are that one. Clear the dogma exists in the world to your meaning and understands you beyond your senses.”
“Knowledge is power. The phrase I am almost all in my life hearing. Now your emphasis on understanding completely riddles me.” Burdon confessed his confusion.
“Listen! Very carefully! My boy! The knowledge constructs the knowing attitude in your mind but understanding decodes the pure and deep sight, even the insensible and nocturnal one.” Ramey spoke. “You sense through skin, see through your eyes, feel through the heart thus you allowed the outer world to make your perception as it wants. But you must feel, observe, sense and dive with soul.” He emphasized.
“Waved path of life
Very hard to carry on
Chaotic motion of scenario
Marginally easy to capture
Be careful, you loons, be careful
Death is starring through the corner.” Ramey chuckled.
“Do you fear with death?” Ramey questioned.
“Yes, of course. I am terribly forgotten about my life as I am afraid with death.” Burdon answered. “I don’t want to end and forget my existence.”
“Death, the beauty of end
Love of new start
Chaos to be calm again
Beating to be seized
And new morning to rise” Ramey narrated.
“Have you felt, the tears of fear and sorrow of growl? They are very innocent, very beautiful and very mean way of life, my boy! I cried, laughed, walked, talked,, felt horrified, feared about my death, and I have been through the dungeon of life what all this sort could provide at all. I was alike you but suddenly the glimpse came to me and give me the strength to overcome myself and hitched me in this way of ecstasy.” Ramey spoke.
“I know the difficulties to tears apart the paradox of reality and seize toward the peculiar reality.”
“You might be thinking me as the old foolish human living in this delightful world describing each event on my own vague perception. But I think the whole world like the madman observing the world through other eyes and perception and wasting the utter essence of owns life. Any of them perceive any reality as nature and all this so-called non-being and breathless creatures don’t judge and observe with perception. It has own-ness, the true nature of own-being and occurs as it guides as its own law. There is not the single word and thought about judgment in them.” Ramey continued.
“How could be there the god in godlessness? How could the remains of his dogmatic principle be true unless he is truth?” Ramey couldn’t stop his flow of words.
“It means all we are being chained with the invisible chain; drive our mind to make us to think as they want us to be. It is like the game, the long stranded virtual game and seems like the reality and put us in the illusion of truth. We are the game and they are the player; we are the beauty and they are the enjoyer but we are absolutely unaware of the idea we are the only reality for each of us.” Burdon admitted his thoughts.
“Lot stories of battle, war, singularity, and the duality has been inspired me until now to hold there is something hidden beneath us, entirely lying under our own neglecting. There is no bad, no wrong, no hatred and none of the darkness exists; it was just our own manifestation toward the life, the word lies to us, the heart and mind lied to us. I am not the man who I was. I am something else like the shining sun has no dark spot in depth. I have my surface covered with agony but depth only understands about jubilation.” Burdon illuminated.
“You are the wings of your soul. You are the pleasure. You are the sky after cloud vanished. You are the wild beast at all. After all you find yourself, my boy!” Ramey smiled.
The time took too long but the way had found at last. The wind was still quiet at the moment but the blowing of breathing was silencing like the thunder after rainfall. Suddenly the sight of Ramey in Burdon’s vision fainted gradually. The scene had made him so confused. He felt horrified with the silencing of air and rejoice of the life within him.
“Where are you? My heart is fleeting and soul is dancing. May the liberation on the way towards me! Come closer and observe me, I am alike you now.” Burdon shouted with excitation and pleasure.
“Shh! Keep quiet. Don’t disturb the silence. I don’t have much time. Listen! Carefully and silently.” The voices without any vision of Ramey spoke with Burdon.
“Along the clouded road
The birds of spring ask.
“Who are you?”
“I am the traveller in the earth alike you.” I replied.
Bizarrely, she trusted me.
Rejoice, laugh, and sing with me.
“Who are you?” It asked me again.
“No one in front of you
Your beauty of rejoice
Your nourish of laughing
Your song of ecstasy
I am just no one.” I spoke truly.
“The paradox born due to paradox
You are no one due to me
I am no one due to you
The sorrow in your breathe
The falsity of you joy
The illusion kept you in knowingness.
Rotten my sense and whole sight
The place I dwell and live.” It wept.
“Long trail of life
I have travelled
Smells the rotten, feels the beauty
Touch the soft, bear the hard
But unable to get the way of freedom.” I queried.
“Far beyond this awful prison
I have seen the way
Toward destiny and ecstasy
Map and hush toward it.
But the path is hard
Raindrop suffers you
Winter fall frosts you
Summer sun heats you
But the spring always awaits you
Take my wing, feel
The intangible sense of fleeting
Fly and fly above the horizon.” It replied.
I started flying over and over the horizon
The bright sky, the vision
Grow dimmer and dimmer
The heart beats slower and slower.”
The invisible Ramey’s voice echoed in all corner of the room.
The Ramey was quiet and not visible for long. The Burdon seemed to be awaiting him but Burdon couldn’t sense the presence of Ramey. Burdon slowly stood up and started searching him in all corner of the room. He looked up and down, right and left. But he couldn’t find Ramey anywhere. Suddenly while he was walking toward the chair he fell down and seen the Ramey lying on the floor. He was entirely senseless. He was like the dead one. The fire has turned into ashes turning shadow into light. Burdon put Ramey in his lap and sense Ramey through the soul. Burdon again started weeping and crying, growling and whispering. Burdon again become the madman and sanity had burned into vanity.
Suddenly Burdon sensed something in his hand, he looked at it. It was the pistol full loaded but single bullet has been missing. He searched it but the fortune, believe, hope and the faith again lost their values the forehead of Ramey was shoot and his body was still be charming like the baby just born. It seemed Ramey had died just an hour before.
“Oh! Me, my life! What have I done? I have killed him.”
“Oh! My father of old and new life, how could I do this to you?” he cried and let tears to flow like the violent river.
“My senses are fading
My heart is glooming
My lips are drying
And the darkness covering
My eyes toward closing
As it seems my soul; ending
Oh! The father of my old and new life
The splendid face you possessed
Gloomed and dried due to me.
I am the criminal and the judge.
I will end and surrender myself
To the delightful dawn of the midst spring
I am on my way, my father
I am on my way.”
He wept and wept until the ocean become salty.