Some are born dumb, some achieve dumbness, and some have dumbness thrust upon them. I am of the essence of dumbness. It is why I seek out enlightened beings. Take DreamingBear, for instance. He is everything that I am not. He is happy and free. He has fun. He swims with the dolphins. He chose to live on Maui as the most beautiful place on earth when he could have lived anywhere. He speaks poetry. He has the Pharaonic falcon tatooed on his chest. He has not just lived in Egypt but is intimately acquainted with every part of it. He carries a fabulously carved cane with a cobra curling around it. He doesn’t need a cane.
It is the little things that are the most telling. He drums on something that looks like a flying saucer, a resonance amplifier, he calls it, except I haven’t got the name right, and he was explaining it to us when a big bug plopped on his face. He so gently brushed it away. When a woman came in handing out flyers for her missing dog, he unhesitatingly accommodated her and asked everyone to hold a thought for the wellbeing of that creature.
I’m not used to this. I don’t like going to religious services, and I especially don’t like being asked to interact. But he gets away with it. He’s like an outrageously happy kid who wants everyone to feel what he feels.
It was the photo that got me, a diamond flash, the beautiful poet’s face, long curly dark hair like the Sun King, Louis XIV, his finger against his temple, the look of cool irony and lofty thought. He has robbed my heart.