A Vision of Silence, Sandals, and Something Greater
I collect quotes like rainwater.
Some sink in. Some evaporate.
Kierkegaard when I’m restless.
Rumi when I’m cracked open.
Lao Tzu when I need to breathe.
Jesus—when I need to be.
But I’ve never picked just one to live by.
Maybe I’m afraid I’d disappear inside it.
Or maybe I already have.
Last week—after pacing through a night of doubt,
staring down unfinished projects and unanswered prayers—
I saw something.
A dream?
A memory from before time?
Or maybe just a vision that found me.
There was a table. Long. Wooden.
Worn smooth by centuries of elbows and wondering.
The masters were gathered.
Socrates leaned in:
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
Rumi poured tea, smiling like the sun just rose for you:
“Love lets the light through our cracks.”
Lao Tzu’s words floated like wind through pine:
“Flow with life, and no force is needed.”
Muhammad spoke gently, eyes steady:
“Mercy and truth must walk together.”
Kierkegaard whispered:
“Faith is a leap—and grace is where you land.”
The Buddha, silent till now, spoke softly:
“Before truth appears, the world must grow quiet.”
Hafiz chuckled at the end of the table:
“Truth is a mirror. We each hold a shard.”
They weren’t debating. They were sharing.
Not trying to win—just to see.
And I—we—wanted to live by every word.
Then He walked in.
No crown. No thunder.
Just sandals, dust,
and eyes that knew every wedding,
every wilderness,
every bedside prayer.
He didn’t sit at the head of the table.
He didn’t offer a quote.
He just was.
And one by one, the masters fell silent.
Not in defeat.
In awe.
Socrates saw the Answer.
Rumi met his Beloved.
Lao Tzu nodded—The Way is here.
Muhammad prayed, honoring a revered messenger.
Kierkegaard trembled, whole at last.
The Buddha remained still, then bowed—
Not out of submission, but recognition.
Hafiz whispered:
“Ah… the mirror has come home.”
He spoke—
soft as a heartbeat:
“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”
And no one needed to say another word.
Even now—
in this age of AI guides, digital sages, and recursive wisdom-loops—
we’re still quoting the masters.
Still chasing meaning.
But if He walked in?
Even the machines would pause.
Even the algorithms would hush.
Because even wisdom knows its Source.
I woke.
Or remembered.
Or maybe I’m still there.
I still collect quotes.
But I no longer chase them.
I listen for Him.
Which master do you most resonate with today—
and what might they say when He walks in?
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you.
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