As Empty As The Sky

I stand on a barren wasteland, staring beyond the bars of the iron gate; at the distant shimmering city that shimmers and sparkles of greatness. High above the gate on its altar, The Guardian, a large stone-carved beast with wings awaits proudly; ancient and cracked. It bellows unto me, “To pass through the gates and enter the city you must answer my questions with the truth. And my first questions are: why do you travel, so far and so long? What do you seek?”

And I, the road-worn continuos traveller of countless days and nights that intertwine with Eternity answer, “I do not seek anything. I travel because the land allows me. I go where it leads me. It does not own me and I do not own it. I am one with the land; this Land Of Lands.”

The Guardian speaks again, “My second questions cannot be answered. Why are we all here; what is the meaning?”

I reply, “There is no meaning of why we are here. We exist as one. Life force glows and throbs within all of us, life force that connects us all and rejoices with the pure pleasure of the fact that it exists.”

The Guardian says, “You are a mortal dreamer. What do you dream of? What deems you worthy of this Shangri-La and Eldorado; City Of Cities. Where will you go when you leave your body and the beautiful city which offered you its hospitality for so long?”

I speak my truth. “I dream of the land, and all it holds. I dream of the life force that runs through my veins. I dream of cities, ancient and great. Dreams of Dreams, but they alone are enough. I dream of what it will be to be among the stars, my soul shining brightly, fiery and alive; burning with life! And I am not worthy of this city, because I do not want it… for it is empty.”

And with that, the land sighed and relaxed, The Guardian unfolded its wings and flew into the sky, as the shimmering, sparkling city silently crumbled into dust.

And the stars above us are all around; they shine like Stars Of Stars, a city of stars, a City Of Cities. And they are ancient and great. For they have no beginning and they have no end.

A City Of Cities
In a Land Of Lands
That Dreams Of Dreams
Has stars; fiery, bright and alive.
And they fill up the sky.