…and back in this meeting room.
Same subject, different people (partly).
People spend many years at this place:
some even a quarter of a century (and more).
There’s stability in the workings here:
exam times, orientation, start of the year, summer school(s) –
each year, the process – the events – remain the same;
yet the faces change;
every 3 or 4 years, a generation leaves:
graduates; the completion of their metamorphosis.
matric caterpillars now grown to fledgling butterflies,
ready to spread their wings.
Out there, in “the world”, they’ll find themselves away from
the comfort of being with their own kind – their generation.
Not quite dust in the wind, but they are to be dispersed
among the grown-ups.
Some will remain here: honours, masters, further studies.
Delaying the inevitable migration from the cocoon.
Others will remain here further: studying here, to working here –
never leaving the comforts of their palace on the hill;
this prestigious palace of knowledge and academic excellence.
Would I remain content to stay in this zone of comfort?
The job stability, the people, the comfort of annual repetition;
the beauty all around, as well as the beautiful people –
many of which I must strive to avoid, for a glance can be a poisoned arrow of the devil;
and what the eyes enjoy, the heart desires.
The abundance of the young and gorgeous is clear as day:
always there, like the mountain in the near distance –
towering over this place of social and academic congregation.
But the struggle is easier when the heart,
and, very importantly,
accepts the Guidance.
When, after and through experience, the self truly understands
WHY we are advised to guard our gaze and modesty.
A natural security system, against the temptation all around,
and especially apparent in a place such as this –
a real-life fashion show, where many show off their precious forms –
somehow no longer precious to them, it seems;
no longer sacred – as it was created to be.
Instead, they become like mannequins:
on display for all to see,
and finding many admiring window-shoppers.
What drives such a loss of self-respect?
Such delusions that the shell is the treasure,
whereas the pearl inside is of no importance in the world.
Perhaps its a reflection of modern society at large –
a world blinded by the superficial glitz,
encouraging their lusts and gorging on that which was once so special –
but is now seen as a mere pastime.
Perhaps that’s the society we live in – the image that is evident.
But it does not represent the people;
all of us, collectively, making up this population.
But is our image of our collective self –
that of “society” – really a reflection of who we truly are and want to be?
Or is it a fraud?
A nonsensical picture of the world,
fed to us by the forces that pervade our modern world of information and media.
When will we be rid of these deceptions?
Free to reconnect – without pollution – with the Truth of our very existence and purpose of being.
Is revolution – pure and uncorrupted, free from all covert forces – really possible in the world today?
It starts with the individual,
but when the individuals, these enlightened members of the world,
unite to try and bring about a change,
are the forces of ignorance and evil too strong?
Can we really change the world?
Or are we waiting for our new ‘heroes’?
Our new revolutionaries?
Dr King, Ali, Mandela…all historical figures to us now.
But have their struggles really come to an end?
Though certain external factors would say ‘yes’,
does the essence of what they fought for,
what they gave and gave and struggled,
sacrificed for –
is the essence of their enemy still here;
just disguised in a different form for a different time?
2006 to 7.
Then comes 8, 9, 10,
and on and on and on
until the world ends;
or this ‘society’ disintegrates –
for destruction is the result when such perverted seeds have been planted
and watered all these years.
The hope, though, is unbreakable.
In the end, the victory will be for the righteous.
So what is left for us is to correct our own selves,
and remain steadfast and know that the world is but a station of tests:
challenges and hardships,
but also joys and comforts.
In all of these – good and bad – the enduring thread is that
it IS a test.
And as we travel through life,
we gather the deeds that we’ll take with us beyond this realm.
The question is, after its all over, how will we fare in the Final Exam?