TRAIN FOR THE SHOW/ Walking with the Vain/ Amal A. Islim Copyright © 2009 All rights reserved

March 28, 2012 - PRLog -- Walking with the Vain Cattle / Chapter 1: The Wish/ Chapter 2: But Peace! Chapter 3: The Journey towards the Higher Self/ Annexed 1: Fly/ Annexed 2: Take the train/ Annexed 3: Just Walk: Step 1: Every Mile at a Time/ Step 2: Facing the Monsters/ Step 3: Advice, Please/ Step 4: Wipe my Face Clean/ Step 5: Strutting to the Guillotine/ Step 6: In the Arms of Life-who is the Victim/ Step 7: Rising above my Contradictions! Step 8: Viva Democracy/ Step 9: Extravagance, you’re Overpriced–Freedom/ Step 10: Train for the Show/ Step 11: …/ Step 12: The Boomerang Effect / Step 13: Embrace the Enemy/ ….Step 22

TRAIN FOR THE SHOW
So to develop compassion, I had to impersonate the average sheep—just before the self-depreciating demonstration—the swaggering on my knees.
The show: “What is it to be humble and serve?” To better understand the gruelling march of the herds. Now, I’m feigning to be one with the predictable rabble, trying to observe my insights on the why and how—to answer my questions and to define my core—and to discover the enigmas of this kinder race!
As I march in, I feel alone—to apprehend their views is quite the deal. After all, I’m here to grow, and didn’t I promise to care and heal? But, still, I wonder:
What would I be if with them I should walk? As a tigress that deserted her nature—and feels much older!  
What would I express if with them I must talk? Convert my essence to a meandering stream—as I console their limits—again, in vain—and maybe give them my shoulder!
And what would I become if on their ethics I assent to vow? Forsake infinity, and regress to mediocrity, conformity and the golden badge? As any soldier!
Oh, boy! How the herds on their way to the fields, eat each other if they find no herbs—marching with a grin—all those gruesome teeth—only to advance their daggers to the raw meal! I must learn to share their joys.
As they sing the “moo-moo”, I sing along—resist my spirit to feel the bore—penetrate this space that is not mine—not to judge is my score—without excess, I will transform—understand that thing which is called the norm. Pain or dullness is that the » buffet »? There must be a way to find my home.
As I observe them I do feel—that I’m not the danger in here! I’m just an old soul without a clue—and a fool in a heart of a stranger—searching for love in a rightful pleasure!  

In this calm stillness, I try to enjoy— the herbs and the flowers as my stomach roars—no boo, today, I’m here to shrink. But, I’ll smile along—but show not my teeth.
They sense the threat, but run not away— yet, I hear the rumour of a black sheep.
They murmur, now, and smear my breed. I am just change—to my own.
For once, I know why they walk in flocks—the frail folks never walk alone.
They can’t be fooled as I salute their eyes—as the heart of lions are not those of sheep!
Alienate the alien—what’s that creep? We can hardly survive—I feel them weep!
A bit of compassion, so I leave—as I heave a sigh of relief—must be in harmony to relish a dream—still a thousand for me to weave.

But, again, questions do invade my spirit: Was my impersonation fraudulent and vain? But if I’ve walked in as who I am, then, at the edge, I would‘ve remained! I had to become them to understand their hearts—couldn’t have marched in with my name! Was I unkind to their ways and needs? And have I planted the wrong seed? Or have I or not, it’s all the same!
Maybe their minds can’t handle to see—that besides a river is sometimes a sea!
I raised their doubts about what I call supreme—respect my soul that each his bounds— they just don’t deem what I deem. Some like their visions on the rear in front—to avoid the face of the part behind! Each is free to view his merits—each his nature and his kind!  Far-sighted, I am, and now know why— for I couldn’t see what’s in front of me.
Now, that I appreciate on what they feed—I can report from their fields—about a race that’s potentially happy—with love and light and when possible, peace!
As for me, I must find my light—the road is long to find ones height—and trillions of miles still to go. http://pressroom.prlog.org/amalislim/

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My main message is if we fight our inner daemons, learn to know, forgive and love ourselves, do and attract the good, then we can reach our inner peace, where all other blessings stems from. When we reach this point, we do not have the need to fight or hurt one another, thus, tolerance, compassion, acceptance, and hopefully, earthly peace. The whole idea is to increase awareness on what really abides in life, and hopefully better people and world.