ponderings found

how do we find the air, when we are feet deep beneath the waves of terror. how does the human spirit survive under the pressures of a muffling pain. can we batter through the barriers of poverty, human decline, pain, suffering, terror and the struggle of survival. we find battles to fight - and throes of darkness that barricades the brightest light of the sun. we instinctively cling to the things we understand, the loved ones we surround ourselves with and wonder at the glory of the spinning world -- one world that casts its eyes away from the weak, the timid, the downtrodden.

we drive to our workplaces, walk to our destinations and run to appointments. forgetting to look around, look up - and down. we link into our strongest survival skills -- blinders that might - upon removal - show others who suffer more, or the wicked moss growing in the crevices of well groomed mortar. every face, so unique -- each with a story, hide behind the growing swarm of worker bees. focused on the little progress of storing comfort for their own hive.

a deep melodic sound, brings us back to life. the aching wounds - scars from ages past and the ebbing sunlight brightens and opens the world to the fragments of each shell, grains of sand on a worn beach. one in a million, a small space in a glorious universe. strangers to our surrounding, we open our eyes. only to find -- a glorious wonder. survival -- breathing in, we surface and hear the crashing waves. only to be reminded we are yet  -- alive --- susceptible to life's raging tides.