MY HOUSE

“Become the knower of the feild”

– RKM Acharya

If I was a building it would be one of beauty. A home of architectural mastery; smooth cedar-coloured walls, clear-glass windows, a garden swaying in the wind and a million rooms, each purposely decorated. It would hold a state of the art ventilation system and a fierce fire place at its center.

The house would have been standing for a while, so it in itself knew that yet nothing had rocked it’s foundation, and that meant, it was not likely this would happen tomorrow either.

There would be a pleasant light about the house, in many rooms it would shine. But not all. There would be areas of not-yet-switched-on-power. Darkness that would make a visitor blind.

If I was a building it would have an alarm system. A system of security would had been installed long ago and it would had needed updating. Updates to match the current state of the world in which it stands. But in this case let’s say it had not, that it hadn’t even been installed properly. Intruders had quietly passed through the shadow-laid doors, left things behind, messed about. In some rooms so much turmoil had been caused that the light had had to be switched off to keep the mess out of sight. 

If I was a building I would be too upset, because if I was a building I’d believe my duty was to be protector of my occupants. If I was a building I would stress-out if I could not be a safe place.  If I was a building I would be turning all the lights out so no one could see the mess and the stress and that chest of shame.

“You do not know the depth of what or who you are, so do not put to much judgement into it.”

– RKM Acharya

If I needed somewhere to stay I would stay in a building of beauty.

Somewhere vast and grand so my curiosity would be free too fed for long. If I saw darkness I would turn on the lights just to see what I found. Because I’m braveness and attracted to truth. If I met intruders I would cast them out, because after all it would be my house,  the space were I had taken to stay. If I lived in a house of beauty with a million rooms or more I would not sit still in darkness just because a mess or two. I would go about, about to see it all. Even if every room was trashed I would still be walking on. Even without power and the fire burning low, even if  everything went black, I would still feel and smell and dwell in the building that would forever be too beautiful to sell.

– Erika S C Erlando