Heart of Diamond (Daydream #1)

I looked at the man in front of me
His eyes glaring, barrel pointed towards me
But I saw no killer.
Rather I beheld a man
Whose suppressed pain had formed a geodic sheath
Around his heart.
And I said to him
Friend, do you like music?
And astonished he said to me, “yes, why do you ask?”
And I said, “Before you shoot me…” and I walked over to a nearby baby grand.
And I played.
He just stood there gaping, as I played a lullaby his mother had sung him as a babe.
And I asked him “Friend, does that mean anything to you?”
“How do you know…” he started
But I stopped him.
“Do you know,” I asked him, “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”
“Don’t you go gay on me…”
“This is not gay. This is truth. I see a rock when I look at you. A hard rock.”
“What do you mean?”
“I see somebody who has built defenses so high that he must offend in order to break it down.”
“What of it?” he asked me suspiciously, raising his barrel again.
“Friend, I see a rock when I look at your heart. However…” And at this point I raised my hand
And out of the man’s chest, as if incorporeal,
came an apparition of the man’s heart.
It indeed looked like those geodes you see in colorado or out west there.
The man jumped back in surprise, as did all those who witnessed the dread event.
I said to him,
“Friend, you indeed have a heart of stone. But you are no murderer.”
At that, the rock exploded, and in it’s place stood
the rarest of the stones – a diamond.
He just stared at it, with the rest of the onlookers.
I continued.
“When I look at you, I see this.” The diamond disappeared and the man stood and
watched as all the good things he did,
the truly good things that led to the saving of lives, appeared before him and everyone else.
“And I see this as well”. And before me was his father beating him, his friend being
shot before his very eyes (and he hadn’t told anybody)."
I asked the man who now stood shaking before me,
“You wanted a friend who doesn’t fail.”
“…Y..e.a… yeah.”
“There is one.”
He suddenly raged at me. “What do you mean? There’s no one!” And again I found
myself staring down the barrel.
Now it was my turn to be anger, and with my anger, unexpectedly the gun flew from his hands to a back wall and burst into flames.
“What?” he asked as he suddenly turned pale again.
“None of that now,” I said, not believing my words.
He couldn’t stop shaking, and at this point, neither could I.
And then he just broke down, fell to his knees and he cried.
No, he wept.
And so did I.
And then suddenly, I realized that both of us were onlookers to a greater visionary.
Before us was “Passion” “Blood” “Peace”. Two arms spread wide and a pole
down the middle.
And both of us disappeared as it remained,
All was silent. All was good.
And the diamond from the man I had just been talking to was being held in the man’s
right hand, and in his left, a common but polished rock.
And he still remains there, staring with those fiery, loving, peaceful eyes to this moment
Despite our “dissipation” (though I knew we were still there.)
All was silent. All was good.

Heart of Diamond (Daydream #1)


Joined February 2008

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