My Brother Is Travelling
My brother is travelling, slowly but surely, fighting valiantly
more than I have ever seen anyone fight a shadow that is
part of himself. He is fighting the intuition of the inevitable
reality, its imminence, the sinking into nothingness away
from the light and beauty and busy-ness of this world.
Today I felt that moving away, that imminence, that
inevitability, more emotionally than I have up to now, more
deeply. I feel with shock and a new consciousness that the
meaning of time must change, has changed.
Blame and hurt and logical analysis mean
nothing now. All of that has been washed away by the flood
of absolute empathy, not only for his physical pain, but for
the complex emotional, mental and spiritual jungle through
which he is journeying. And there I may go too one day …
but that’s another story.