ArchiveXYZ: junho 2014

THE LOST SAILOR

Joyfully the wind hurried to the Cloud Home and greeted her gently and tender:

— Good morning, principessa! What do you intend to do today? Do you have news from up there?

— Good morning to you, restless rider! This could be another splendorous day and I could fly smoothly and happy around the coastline… But I think I’ll stay here… Something is worrying me deeply.

— What can worry you in such a glorious day? —he asked very surprised.

— I suppose you didn’t travel much over the sea lately or you would know… Let me tell you this as if it was a story, though it isn’t. It is very real. I saw everything with my own eyes. And I’m still seeing. Come up here and you’ll see what’s happening right now, very far away, across the ocean and below us. You’ll understand better this story from up here…

Once there was a sailor who wanted to cross the ocean, only he didn’t know why, how or where to go. He just wanted to cross the distance. He cleaned his boat, prepared food and water for a long journey… and it will be really long, as you’ll see.

During many days, he sailed in tranquil waters helped by your long arms, though you didn’t know you were helping him… You are so distracted, always hurrying from a place to another… and you have a terrible memory… you never remember a face, a name, a path… I remember everything. Well, I may not remember the faces or even the names of everyone, but I remember the presence, the soul and the dreams of every being I crossed with until today. Above all, I remember this sailor, because I’ve seen him many times before in many different places and I instantaneously recognized him when I saw him sailing across the sea.

Long ago, he used to live with a little tiny ant and a little blue bird in a very modest but cozy home with a very nice yard and garden. They lived all very happy and peacefully until the day he decided to go on that trip. Without warning, he left home leaving behind all the simple things that used to make him happy.

That sailor had a big big big problem. He was a disbeliever. He didn’t believe in anything and denied the reality of the most obvious things. The more real and beautiful things were, the more he denied them. And if the beautiful things remained in his sight, he just had to destroy them, so his disbelief could make sense in his mind.

If the night sky was covered with shiny stars, he would say they were arrows of steel and ice trying to hit him. And he would try to grab the stars with his net to merge them into the waters. He was never really able to do that, but he was convinced he did, while watching the reflection on the waters. If I passed over his boat in a very hot day to offer him a little shade to refresh, he would call me “thief” and tell that I had robbed the sun. If the seagulls came to accompany him in his solitary journey, he would say they were just white shadows trying to head off him from his route… which he didn’t even know which was. But above all, he didn’t believe in a little blue bird that faithfully kept flying, night and day, by the side of his boat. She was such a constant presence, that the most of the times he didn’t even notice she was there. Never crossed his mind that little bird might be the same he once knew. To him, it was just another annoying little bird, doing “annoying” things like flying and singing. But one day, the little bird tried to refresh his memory with the songs she used to sing at home and show him how real and beautiful were the things around them.

It wasn’t a good idea. He got so furious that tried to kill her again and again, shooting madly to the sky in every direction. His rage gave him the illusion that he had accomplished his task. He saw the little bird falling into the waters and disappearing. Then, alone again in his empty obsession, went on to nowhere.

Many more days and nights passed, until one day, when I was going to greet the waves at dawn, I saw him sitting on the beach, exactly in the same place where you can see him now. Can you see him, restless rider? Yes, it’s the little blue bird, sitting on his shoulder. I just don’t know if he’s aware that she is there. And that’s the saddest thing in this story… a very real story, as you can see…

The children of the fishermen tried to speak with him many times. But he keeps in silence looking at the sky with empty eyes. So they sing a song to him about a lost sailor… that’s how they call him. It’s a sad song about a sailor lost on his journey on the way home. What the children do not know is that he isn’t completely lost and he was never alone. The little blue bird is still there and the tiny ant is on her back. He never left home. Home came with him all the way across the ocean. One day, the children of the fishermen will sing a very different song. They will learn it from the little bird.

The boat is still there, in the middle of the ocean. But, as you can see, the lost sailor is here, just below us. Can you see him, sitting on the beach? How did he arrive here, if his boat is still there in the middle of the ocean? Well, that is a mystery that no one ever solved… except the little blue bird. Only she knows the truth. She’s singing and flying by the side of the lost sailor… She is a believer, that’s why she keeps flying and singing. Listen to her song. The children of the fishermen are listening and learning.

TOGETHER IN THE INFINITE HOME

Seeding Trees of Dreams on the clouds
Here we fly and live in togetherness
Free birds of the rainbow
Inhabiting an infinite home

The sea and the sky, twin air and water
Are the immense rooms and paths of our days
Our boat has smiling wings
Our souls are sailors in the rainbow

And when we get down to the ground
It’s only to feed our senses
With the immeasurable reality
Of our unfading dreams

Through the magnificent Forest of Dreams
We travel, hand in hand, wing in wing
With the silence and the whisper of the waves
We sing our song in our infinite home.

São Ludovino, 27/6/2014 – 5:57 p.m.