The Light of Life

In my inner valley I found such a dark forest where my feelings were hidden. Those darker, wetter, colder, feelings that I didn’t want to see in the light of day. Probably I thought it would be better for them all to stay together in that darkness.

As I kept wandering the paths of my inner fields, river valleys, or high hills, I looked into that dark forest from afar. Just like in fairy tales, there is a forest that is forbidden to enter, because no one comes back from there alive.

But one day, just as the Sun was moving over the equator, a storm began in that forest. The trees swayed, the wind blew, and one such gust caught me and carried into that forest. Darkness, everything is roaring, the exit is not visible either. And as in a dark room, where somebody suddenly turns on the light, the Sun illuminated the roaring forest from above, injecting her rays like nails.

The enlightened swamp appeared in all its beauty, and the stormy feelings that had long been in the darkness arose in the light of day, became visible. And the pearl of all of them was a skull shining in the glimmer of a sun, like a silent warning to “remember, you gonna die.” What is it? Is it a sense of one’s own inevitable death, or is it the great motivator of life forcing me to look for answers to the existential questions “what’s next?”, “Who am I and what will I become?” After all, over the centuries, we have put our hands on our skeletons and asked, “Where does life flow and what remains of it?”

Life itself remains untouched by currents of time, it constantly shares itself. What we give remains, so the ray of life penetrates deeper and deeper, and in it shines Power, Wisdom and Love forever.

Constant pulsation, breathing. I exhale and inhale, the wave appeared and subsided.