The Invisible Man

Joel Barlow
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

The invisible man loves quietly on the canyon floor.

The people who roam above seem to miss the beauty of seclusion.

They feel him vibrate though; through his thoughts and prayers and are contented by him.

One day he thinks peacefully about pulling himself from the canyon’s foot to be with them, after all they would not know he had chose to.

He was clear as glacial water.

He could touch them and fill their hearts with warmth.

Warmth of knowing their own love.

He could teach them and they would understand that their minds are not separate from the rocks he sang to that morning.

That he was one and was them equally.

But he thought it important to remain closed for his only fear was that he should love himself as he wished others to love themselves.

A beautiful irony.

One day came.

He climbed higher and higher and saw them and loved them and taught them.

When the day had finished and the night reeled him towards the ladder back to his humble dwelling beneath them, a whisper shocked him.

“Isn’t it cold down there?”

“You can see me?” He replied.

“Yes, we all see you, and love you”.

It was then that he realised that with will or not, none of us are invisible.

Contrarily he was shining brightly.

As brightly, boldly and brilliantly as love.

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