A COVENANT OF ONE

That's a hell of a thing to realize at age three. 99% of folks never realize that their whole lives. Covenant of One, indeed...is all there is. ~A "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

Il mio Longobardolino, the little Joe sitting on the pavement wondering. I think we all see that we are just the one, at least those sensitive to even thinking of such things, each in his own life, puzzling and studying all influences around him, wondering always which way to go what to do. We all meet and feel part of this or that, be it a family, a religion, a race, and yet when we stand there on a bare mountain, we experience this total aloneness that opens up like some kind of grace, or power, or simplicity of existence, and we feel whole unto ourselves, gaining a powerful self confidence within that shines through all we do, in spite of possibly, not being able to communicate with others so well. It is as if our brains were continuously wondering about themselves, which they are, the self wondering what the self is, and we can never realise what that self is because we are part of a greater self, the mind, a gregarious entity that is part of everything that exists. As we see into the smaller and smaller elements their patterns ad infinitum becoming and becoming smaller and smaller entities to the immeasurably tiny ....? All in a pattern of what we call life. And what is 'Life', we have no answer. Oh Anna it is you who set this off in this manner. I too was a quiet child and could be left alone and be happy for hours without any problem, I too thought a lot, and when one does, there is a harmony with oneself that is perhaps intensified by the very impossibility of communicating adequately with others, or being stopped from doing so, the mind then expands within itself and contemplates its own existence and will continue doing so until we die. I think those Gypsies had the peace of mind, the intensity to look deeply at things, I do not know enough about them, but with their heads held high they walked, or travelled the world from place to place, yet held their identity, their individuality always and as they passed one by their aura of calm understanding impressed on me their quiet confidence, unrockable and beautiful, and they were nearly always handsome too in that particular way; they had a kind of extra, hyper, or other intelligence that the rest of us have to strive for in modern society, perhaps an age old philosophy that we have discarded like so much else in civilisations greed for dominance. An inner peace. never really what one calls alone as we have ourselves. I understand this so well, I do. Discrimination, alienation, contemplation on the scene and how its etched on your memory because of the intense forbidden thoughts. Over there were happy children playing and you didn't understand why you shouldn't join in, and yet you were terrified of joining in with this sense of foreboding hanging over its mystery. Yes you see I do understand, deep down inside where my own childhood recognises the fears and thoughts that stay long in the memory to come back when we are reminded of such episodes by things similar, or thoughts similar in our adult state, (we sound like a butterfly) they are always there those little visions of misunderstanding and worry at the why of it all. Better stop before I write a book on a subject about which I have little or no idea of an ending, or maybe not even a beginning, so I shall. Your Annuccia.

May end okay but I felt sad for that little boy under his grandmas umbrella tree, yet you grew to be confident and free, I am glad. Lovely story of life. Love Lyz. XX tree,

I miss the Jacaranda tree and all the purple flowers. I grew or at least spent most of my time with my nan and I love reading others lovely memories and I thank you for sharing. Love Lyz. XX