The Morning that spelt Love!
“"Life is just a Magick Elf walking with you.....You become the Magick, you never knew"
Flames speak. They dance to your soul’s joy! They respond to the mirth resting secretly in your heart. Look keenly, they even speak to you. The flickering candles and the rhythm of one’s heart beat….walks closely! The pulse or life force that rules both, spells anticipation, expectation, never before spoken dreams, a secret love, an old pain, wishes waiting to be fulfilled…….
Life has always been a tapestry of myriad abstractions. A huge marble room, where I get to meet and greet many faces. Some make my journey simple and easy! Whilst some added a little friction. A fine colleague who wore the mask of my stony adversary smiles at me with open arms when I arrive. Superfluity, I pity…… Hurt, yes I was. But I choose to speak of the ones who are a blessing to me….They love me! I love them!
Today’s morning had its own story. Subtle yet omnipresent. Seated beside my frail wooden table I had my candle all lighted. The purple body over the jade candle stand looks ethereal to me. My Sanctum Santorum. Rose petals strewn over the ground, the soft winds flowing over them….They seem to know each other’s silent language well. Well isn’t life a silent scroll? A silent voice speaking aloud of your otherwise vocal thoughts, that never was heard. Interplay of opposites…Beautiful isn’t it? The blazing sun and silver moon, the statuette hills and meandering valleys, unforgiving thunders and the ever-forgiving rains….
The fragrance of the roses filled the air around. The flame added the “mystical” into it! I remained seated. My parchment with me. Scribbling down thoughts. Some were mine, most came from a dimension beyond….Few were realizations! There was a book lying next to me, I flipped a page, and it read….
“Have I told you about the tension of opposite?” he says.
The tension of opposites?
“Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.
“A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle”
Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.
“A wrestling match.” He laughs. “Yes, you could describe life that way”
So which side wins, I ask?
“Which side wins?”
He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
"Love wins. Love always wins" ~ page 40, Tuesdays wuth Morrie, by Mirch Albom.
~Shweta~
