ArchiveXYZ: março 2015

MOONSUN DAY

In places where light, love and harmony inhabits, sometimes unexpected beautiful things happen more often than one could expect. Any common morning or night is perfect for the unexpected.

The wind or the clouds aren’t exactly the best example of immutability, they change constantly, they are unexpected by nature, just like Nature herself. And yet, Nature is the more constant thing there is in her constant everlasting-changing, it’s the perfect paradigm of life.

On that afternoon the persistent cloud was gliding in the blue sky just breathing the beauty and peace around. She was so absorbed in the magic of the moment that she didn’t notice the wind arriving in the distance. She didn’t even remember that he hadn’t come there that morning, as usual. In fact he didn’t come there the whole week, though she had felt the same sweet breeze every morning.

The warm colours of sunset were announcing their presence above the surface of the sea. The waving waters were whispering liquid chords to the seagulls and the seagulls were dancing at their rhythm, drawing invisible paths all through the sky. But there’s nothing unexpected in this. That was just another average afternoon in the forest by the sea. What was unexpected was just the shape of the cloud and the travels in the sky… or the eyes of the wind.

When he was coming closer he stopped, he thought he wasn’t seeing well, he thought the persistent cloud wasn’t there anymore. He slowed his ride and his breath, he became completely silent and static, unable of hearing his own heart beat or the warm air flowing in his veins. He looked around. Everything was there, the Forest, the garden, the dunes, the seagulls, the sea, the Light Home, the Island of Stars… except the Light Boat, the magical trio and the persistent cloud… or at least he couldn’t see them. He just stood there watching a kind of white and blue bird floating close to the water. Then he heard that “new bird” singing or speaking like singing and decided to come closer. At that moment, the persistent cloud felt his presence near and turned her eyes to him.

— Restless rider, why are you coming so softly and silently today? Are you tired of riding?

He took some time to answer. He knew very well that the cloud used to change her shape and size from now and then. He knew she could assume the form of almost everything, only he wasn’t expecting that, not that way.

— I was just looking for the persistent cloud that I always knew and you seem so different today… You look like the little bird only in a huge size… —He began. — Even your voice seems the voice of the little bird… and you have that twinkling-sparkling garland around your head, stars, flowers and leaves tangled… and your eyes are giant too… those are not the eyes of a bird… You always changed your shape but you always seemed the same to me, but today you really look different… I guess I was so apprehensive just because you didn’t look like the persistent cloud anymore… — He confessed in a sad tone.

— Well, but I’m here, am I not? I’m still the same cloud you always knew and I don’t intend to change, only now I’m more than a beholder here, I’m a part of it. When the magic trio began their travels, the little bird came and asked me to take care of everything during their absence. And that’s precisely what I’m doing. I’m learning to do things I never did before. I hope that when they return again they allow me to do what I’m doing now. It’s wonderful to behold beauty but it’s even better to take part in the creation of it. Now I really am a “soul mirror” too and the inner labor is giving new fruits… — she said with happiness twinkling in her eyes.

At the same time she slowly assumed the form of the Luminous Woman. From her bosom she took a chalice of sunbeams and moonbeams and offered it to the wind.

— Taste it! It’s a gift from the sky! It’s Water of Life. Things around me are very generous. I don’t ask anything and yet I’m constantly receiving precious gifts… — she said while she was waving her hair showing new threads of sun and moon in her head.

The wind accepted the luminous drink. He drank it slowly, tasting each drop with his eyes closed. Then he opened his eyes and breathed with deep satisfaction.

—It really tastes like Water of Life! I feel like new. Right now I could ride around the world three times and still feel fresh — he exclaimed with enthusiasm.

He looked at the sky around to choose what direction to take and his enthusiasm became bewilderment. Naturally, the sun used to set over the sea in the West… but now it was the Moon there floating above the tranquil glazing waters. The Sun was setting in the East… or perhaps it was rising… again, at the end of the afternoon.

— Principessa, your exquisite drink put me mad or did we change planet and I didn’t notice it? I’m not sure if I like what I’m seeing. I’d like my old world back!

— This is your old world. What is happening now, happened many times before, only this is the first time that you are seeing it. There are still many new things to know in our old world. It’s just Moonsun day or night. From time to time the Sun and the Moon exchange places and then they join in one. In these days there’s no distinction between day and night, the day lives within the night and vice versa. The little bird told me the story of Moonsun, it’s a very ancient one. Once, somewhere in the universe they were one, so now even when they are apart, one shining in the day and the other in the night, they are together in the light that inhabits their souls.

— I like that story… I think that I like Moonsun after all. But what tore them apart? — he asked with some sadness in his eyes.

— That the story doesn’t tell clearly. It just seems that they had to split to meet again and again along the endless flowing of Time. It may seem a sad story to you, but it isn’t. Moonsun day always returns, time after time — she explained.

— Well, I feel a little bit like Moonsun myself… I’m always coming and going… and you are always here… — he said feeling a little bit sorrow.

— Restless rider, one of these days we’ll have our Windcloud day… I’ll ride across the world and you’ll stay here very quietly for a change… — she suggested.

— Or perhaps you could ride with me now and then… —he suggested back.

— We’ll see, restless rider, when the time comes. Look, the magic trio is coming back from one more of their travels. I’m anxious to see what they brought this time… — she said following with her eyes the approaching boat.

— Are they bringing anything from their journeys? – He asked with curiosity.

— Plenty of things! They bring and they take. Look, the deck is covered with shells and stars… and the Luminous Woman is wearing a small rainbow around her head… — the cloud said overjoyed with their return.

— Strange creatures they are… But I’m beginning to like them… —he confessed.

— And that’s a very good sign! Perhaps one of these days you’ll be prepared to start your own inner labor and be another soul mirror in the everlasting forest…