I see it all. In your
words and the way you sit. I see it when you give so much. But that serving is
really for something higher. The more you give to anyone, the more broken
promises you receive. You find the trust you so search for amongst human
beings has become so fragile. You have walked to the doors of Synagogues,
Temples, and Churches but you can’t find that light. You stay up the night
wondering if the end of your journey will come tonight, and you’re always
scared to close those tired eyes. You know, yes you know deep inside that
there is something but where? What? Whom? And why? The world has given you
everything and you are successful but all that it has given, and it is
everything a worldly man or woman desires, just doesn’t seem much to you
anymore. It’s just not enough and you know that no matter how much your salary
rises, no matter of the next promotion, no matter of the great recognition,
the fame, the women and the cars; it is not going to be enough. You were wrong
but pride gets in your way to really see. It gets to us all, my friend.
You hear about superstars
going to the other end of the world to find what you’ve been looking for and
you call to book a ticket, and the following morning you’re on that first
plane. You arrive and walk with the monks but a voice within you speaks and
tells you that this belief, the faith they follow is too weak, and must come
from another source, One that is the original not the duplicate, the source is
what you are searching for. As you walk away you hear that same voice tell you
that a human being must live with the world and must face its tests head on,
and the true light, that awesome way of life will be the strength to make you
detach from the world, even as you walk within it. You fly back home
disappointed, hurt and you are worried. It means a great deal for you to find
what you are so hungry for. While others around you gossip, stab each other
for that next promotion; you find that this world you lived in has become so
strange and empty.
Your friends in the street
meet you and they know your searching. It is obvious and they take you to some
tombstones of great men and women. You watch them dance or pray, and they even
ask the people in the grave for help, guidance and your heart tells you ‘it’s
not here.’ Human beings? They are like us; they were born like you , they live
and die and if they have no control over their own existence, cannot control
death, then how can they help you with your great question ‘what is my
purpose?’ They cry to you to come back but you shout back ‘no my
friends! These are stones, these are human beings and I search for someone
much greater. What you are doing is wrong! So wrong!’ You feel hurt because
you know your friends have been conned and they are lost, and there is nothing
you can do for them. You hope they will find the right light, the right path
and call you again if you are still searching but something whispers to your
soul and says ‘they wont.’
The day comes when you
enjoy your gift; the gift to sing the songs your write. Before it happens you
sit in the venue and see your friends drinking so much. You feel the sorrow
because you see that this is all they have to look for; the weekend when they
drink, and drink, and drink until they drop. You see them glare at their own
mate’s woman, and that’s when they are with their own partner too. You see
them pester and shout sexist remarks. The sight of what the drinks does and
their behaviour makes you sick. You pick up your guitar and walk out of the
venue. You will not find the light in your friends, or in these venues or on
words inscribed on tombstones, or at the other side of the world where the
monks live. In all that you see in everyone you grow humble not judgemental.
You don’t see yourself better than them. End of the day; they are your
brothers, your sisters that come from the same place and soon, when it is the
right time, we will all walk through the same fields, and everyone will meet
whoever you are looking for, and their fate in the Power you’re searching for.
Years later and you are
still searching. You’re walking to school to pick up your son. You come early
to see the children running around You wait to see your son wal out of the
large yellow doors but then a child you never seen before grabs your right
hand. You look down and smile and she stares at you with those dark brown eyes
and says;
‘Have you found it
yet?’
You become puzzled by what
she asked and reply with a question.
‘What you mean?’
She squeezes your hand so
hard and it hurts. The child is no ordinary child, and she asked again;
‘Have you found the
light?’
The world disappears and
you can’t see your son, the school or anything else. The noise slowly fades.
There is only you and this small girl; looking up and staring at you with her
dark brown eyes. And she asks again;
‘Have you found the
light. The truth?’
You begin to cry and sadly
shake your head and reply;
‘No. I have looked
everywhere.’
She ushers you to kneel
down and you do, and she looks into your eyes, smiles and says;
‘No you haven’t. How
about in there?’
She puts the palm of her
right hand on your chest and very gently taps three times with the tip of her
fingers, and miraculously disappears.
Your child and the school
appear, and as your son runs to you, he sees the tears fall. He’s worried and
thinks he’s done something wrong but you pick him up, smile and hug him.
As you walk, you begin to tell him the story of how a human being
searched for what he was looking all over the world. Your son listens and he
asks;
‘Where was it dad?’
‘It’s was right in here
son. It has always been in here.’
The lyrics for ...It’s
Closer To Home
You look a little lost;
what are you looking for?
You look a little lost;
knocking on so many doors
I see you’re hunger, Oh
you’re hungry for more
Isn’t enough, you’re
living life to the full?
You’ll not find it in the
mountains
Or inscribed on the great
men’s tombstones
You’ll not find it when
sailing the seven seas
You wont find it in all
these
Illusions and what
glitters
In man made ideas
You’ll find the light,
right in here
I see something, Oh
something is missing
I see you searching Oh for
that something
I see you’re lost, Oh in
all this confusion
Maybe brother, it’s time
to reply to the callin’
You look a little sad;
tell me what for?
Life gave all it had; Oh I
know
I’ve been there too, when
nothing seems enough
Whatever it gives, it
seems so worthless
You’ll not find it in the
mountains
Or inscribed on great
men’s tombstones
You’ll not find it when
sailing the seven seas
You wont find it in all
these
Illusions and what
glitters
In man made ideas
You’ll find the light,
right in here
Slow down and just look
around
It’s just a stage and your
life is on count down
Nothing’s real and all is
fading
Oh! Your last act is
coming to an end
You wont find it in all
these
Illusions and what
glitters
In man made ideas
You’ll find the light,
right in here...the heart...do you now truly believe hmm?