The night was a gorgeous landscape of unbelievable magic. The “perfect conditions” to enjoy a walk. A full Moon was part of that night’s prize. The light from the Moon was shining over the waters of the Bay, making a tempting path over the water; for those who dare to walk in search of the hidden truth.
The stars in the firmament were present as witnesses of such a breath taking display of beauty.
Raysha was walking with Ananda at that time, enjoying the view.
Raysha said:”What a beautiful night! The wind is cooling ourselves in our walk and the Moon is giving us light in our path… The Moon is such a queen! Its royalty is felt. That light reminds me of what I could be: pristine, shiny and enlightening to others in their life path.”
Ananda heard that remark, smiled and said: “You know that the moon is merely reflecting the light coming from the Sun. The Moon has no light on its own. It is just a big mirror. That light that you like so much and that you want to become, is not coming from the Moon; but the Sun.”
Raysha heard that. She thought it was a blunt reply. Her feelings were hurt. The magic of that romantic moment that she felt was gone. Those words coming from Ananda sounded so dead to her that she decided to ignore them and merely replied:
“I don’t see the Sun. I see the Moon and I feel its light. Your views are of no consequence to what I experience.”
Ananda felt that Raysha was upset, but he wanted to make a point. He went a step further:” Those are not my views. The night is created when the Earth rotates in its own axis every 24 hrs and when this hemisphere is opposite of where the Sun shines its light, then we perceive the night. Since the moon is located there taking directly the rays of the Sun, we could see that reflection as a shiny moon, but if you look really carefully; the light coming from the moon is not as shiny as the one coming from the Sun and… blah, blah, blah..”
Raysha all of the sudden felt feed up with what she perceived as so much lack of sensibility from Ananda. Those cold analytical words meant nothing to her and so, she just walked away from Ananda.
Raysha couldn’t understand Ananda’s views. At the same time, Ananda was incapable of understanding Raysha’s feelings and love for beauty without further explanations. From Ananda’s perspectives, Raysha was not “real enough” to perceive the beauty of “facts” and the “truth” behind analyzing everything.
Many times in life we believe that to be “right,” means only one answer.
Was Ananda right in his appreciations? Yes.
Was Raysha right in her appreciations? Absolutely.
Then… what went wrong?
The inability to appreciate someone else’s view point. Someone else’s perspective.
In a walk around a lake, sometimes the Moon will be perceived to have moved behind our backs. At other times, it will be just in front of us.
The Moon hasn’t moved. It is us. Because of that movement, our perception has changed. The issue is when we call that perception the “truth.” Then, we will not be able to understand someone else’s perception of life. A perception brings a determined consciousness. That consciousness in turn brings our “reality,” our view in life.
When we “fight” to maintain a determined perception; we do not realize that even though the observer of that Moon in the sky refuses to move and get stuck with his conceptual views; the Moon will move, making his previous perceptions out of “reality.”
It is just a matter of time.
When life strips your soul away
there is no hope but just despair
a rainy cloudy afternoon
performing its usual gloomy tune
A slow death in a prolonged agony
flowing tears are the only company
the sunshine gone is no more
the heart aches when truly sore
Life will give to take away
time steals your love as well
death becomes the panacea
a devil whispered that spell
That’s an odd time for God to appear
a magical act with a trick, so real
to raise me from the very bottom
elevate me from that hellish autumn
Not a “happy ending” story
but a movie with expressions of glory
add experiences of despair
to cook a dish with romantic flair
This is life in a verse:
A lowly caterpillar crawling
searching for a purse of fate
a butterfly is found instead
only at the end of the gate.