Without a sound from us she said " I am Keneesh ti ya." I am the keeper of this place. I asked quickly what this place was, Keneesh ti ya replied, "It is called the thinking place." She continued to explain that when people live such busy lives and watch a big time piece that marks each moment of their days, they soon become lost and awaken in fright that they have grown old and lost their life to a world that does not care because time waits for no one.
I asked in a silent way why we were left on the island, were we suppose to find this place or are we dead and do not yet know it.
Keneesh ti ya chuckled and began to explain again, " No child you are surely not dead unless you choose to be. The big sphere that we live upon only exists while we are here to travel upon it. You are here because time is slipping away and you must now take hold of the hand that spins the sun line to slow it down for the end is only as near as you wish it."
She was making a lot of sense I continued with my questions. I wanted to know why we needed to be at The Thinking Place. Keneesh ti ya was very deep in her thoughts and wisdom, And after a moment she told us "The Thinking Place is a secret place that the heart goes when it is happy and sad. People forget what their lives are really about when they go thinking, sad things become sadder and angry things become ugly and mean, happy things become dreams.
The Thinking place is to help you see where your priorities are and which direction you think most. This my child is a place to help you understand and to choose your path that enlightens your soul and to slow the ticking of the great time piece that consumes the very breath you take."
Hours must have went by without our noticing, there was a sound outside the cave that was awakening us to the reality that we were in fact not dreaming, as we glanced towards the opening of the cave the frail little woman known only as Keneesh ti ya was now gone.
We exited the cave and walked back the path we came, we must have been in there a long time for it was now dusk the last of the sun was getting nestled ready to set. We passed back by the lagoon area and grabbed some more fruit and went to the beach area we had sat early that morning. As we sat listening to the waves we contemplated the conversation that we had had in the cave.
Songs from the evening birds danced in the air and secured the very thought that there were no worries and the misty sprays from the waters edge seem to have rinsed us with tranquil touches of the angels like the dew upon a petal refreshing it for a new day.
We looked at each other in a new light and in silence understood the changes, Together we filtered sand through our hands as if we held the hour glass of life, as we waited we spoke no words for in this silence we knew each others thoughts.
To sum this up in a strange sort of way,
There is messages in everything we say, do and think? Time is an essence that we cannot change no matter how true the fountain of youth may or may not be. If yesterday cannot be changed then why plan tomarrow when all you have is the here and now and the moment in which you exist at any given second that you think about your existence in this sundial of life. Don't contemplate your next move, just do what is happiest to do, sadness and anger only send you faster to the end of the tunnel of light, and looking back cannot take you forward. Embrace life, love the here and now, spell tomarrow like I do with an "a", dance naked under the moon because you can, just remember don't wait till tomarrow for tomarrow may be too late.
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