Two steps from hell

Two steps from hell…

In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task. You must decide today. The hell-bound road or maybe you are born to do  something good? You love the drink, to womanize and fight useless wars. Hell is filled with angry and greedy men. Please Johnnie. Find peace and salvation before you cannot.

I kissed her hand and she kissed my face. She whispered. Your ancestors were soldiers and angry men. You can follow them into hell or seek some good karma before you cannot. She knew me, more than I knew myself. I knew. Bad decisions had led me to dead ends and my cold heart. I wrote into a journal.

” I have danced for the sea, I have danced for the moon.

I have been a lover, I have been a fool.

I have known love, I have known hate.

I have been hurt and I have harm people.

I have talked with the Devil.

I have lost God and I have found God.

I haven’t found peace yet and I don’t bleed no-more.

I look into the mirror and I see a stranger’s face.

What have I become? Can I be saved?”

I learn years ago. Cannot swim in past bad deeds. I learn you cannot be forgiven for breaking a kind woman heart. I learn in war, no-one can win. Us, soldiers die for land and oil. Making the rich men richer. I know. Hate, regret and anger. Killed the kindness we have.

I believe my karma is almost even. Thirty years of trying to do the right things may keep me from dancing with the Devil. But I do believe some sins cannot be forgotten. I tell the people who may listen to me. Lead with concern, kindness and listen. Help who you can. Better to hold silence than to speak negative words. We must seek love. Love will heal the misery that is buried deep. Better to find your God with a kind heart than meet the Devil with anger and hate’

.Coyote