From The Road...The Seerer
I heard stories of this man called The Seerer. They say he migrates south in the winter and he makes his home along Delmar Street. So on this cool sunny morn, I searched for the man who claimed he could read the Souls of Humanity.
He was on the bench where they described, with his bible close in hand and looking toward the sky. As I approached he gave me a stare...one of those looks that has no compare.
"Are you the Sage, a Seerer and a prophet they all subscribe", I asked?
"In every man sleeps a prophet and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world. I only exist in comparison to others, so make me what you wish", he replied.
My father was a holy man. I watched him closely as he tended to the hearts and souls of others and many times at the expense of his own soul. I remember how he always looked people in their eyes, never speaking first but always a gentleness in his eyes.
The Seerer's eyes were dark and they never left the stare, even for a brief glance to passers in the street. Only speaking and responding to what was asked. I sat next to him on that bench, with intent on what he had to say.
Breaking the silence, I asked, "Do you ever cry?"
Looking to the sky, he replied, "Through my window I spy the stars. I walk in to not wake the sky and dance barefoot on the stage of chaos." After a brief pause..."yes I cry, but only when it rains, that way no one sees my pain."
Yes, I had to ask, "What would cause you so much pain?"
And then came the lesson I did not want to miss..."I cry for humanity lost in this insanity of good, better and best. The desperate, the lonely with no where left to go. No kin, no friend, no foe. I cry for the sick and wounded wretched in pain, each breath a call for health again. I cry for my country ravaged by crime, corruption and greed. Fears and horrors that lurk at every door. I cry for the victims of those that have monsters in their veins. The broken and the destitute you hope have left in haste, those who's joy are now just a forgotten taste." He paused and looked me in the eyes, "Dear sir, my souls a raging fear, drowning in tears like falling rain."
We spent that morning on the bench making friends and discussing the rest.
A sage, a prophet, a holy man?...much more than that. A little crazy to some by their measure, but a strong mind that was only searching for goodness and grace. Call him what you wish, he only exist in comparison to the others...but above all he is The Seerer of the heart and soul of man.
His name was Ivan...The Seerer
To my friend...
These tears fall from my eyes
as the rain falls from the sky.
Every day that passes we fail the test
When all we have to do is be kind to our kin and the rest.
I walk through the rain so you can't see me cry...
So you can't see the things that I hide in pain.
Let your tears water your soul
for your tears are heavens rain.
The soul would have no rainbow without your pain.
I stand in the rain so you can't see my tears as I cry for humanity...
