Elegant Sand; Why am I here?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

My enemy is my friend

Why am I here? Because that letter I recieved in the mail, that required me to be in this land where the sand thrives. Or because, was it perhaps the pen stroke that I made on a form.

No, I am here because something more divine beckoned me to be here.

Not God, not Buddha, not Vishnu, none of those called me here. I am here because the spirit harkened for me, the day I stepped off the grass, and landed on the sand.

I tried so hard to get away from here that after so long, all I could think about was going back.

I felt at home the most of when I was here of all places. Not my family, not my dog, my friends, my parents could bring me home.

I was laying in that field, where the elegant oasis lie perfectly amongst the dunes, that I forgot why I was here, and the shot that made my life end in heartbreak, where the red crimson water that poured out among the rocks, that stained the sheets.

Now I am being taken away from that which I most love, now I have to face the fact that I am where I am needed; Till the day I am required to go back to the place I onced loved.

"I am at home, where my enemy thrives; at the heart of the dome, my friends lost their lives."

I know why I am here.

Submitted: October 13, 2011

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i just love your wording! just awesome. LAWL i talk funny.

I would love it if you read my work. thanks


Thu, October 13th, 2011 11:21pm


Very deep. I am thinking about a soldier in a war, that either dies or is wounded and forced to retire from the battlefield.

The enemy being my friend is the one I am still trying to understand. Could be the person's inner conflict with his doubt and sinister traits, or simply that being face to face with an enemy makes this person feel accomplished.

Sat, October 22nd, 2011 1:33am


Who knows? Maybe it is the culture, the people, the land, maybe it is the enemy itself.

Fri, October 21st, 2011 7:09pm

Lee Edward Neale

That was very moving. Deeply spiritual. The feeling I got was one of returing to the land. That the harshness of the desert environment that killed the characters physical body was liberating the spirit within to become part of the land again. Thus being friend and enemy at the same time. Interesting that you spoke of transcending religious concepts to get back to the source, which is the Earth itself, whose wisdom is beyond concepts. I have reached a similar conclusion, because though while I enjoy Buddhist philosophy, Im not a Buddhist. There is something beyond all the ists and isms, which I think is oir divine intuitive and creative connection with the Earth. Thank You.

Sat, October 22nd, 2011 3:56am

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