Implications of Our Actions.

November 23, 2020

Continued from At The Water’s Edge.

Her name she said:

“Andúil.”

“What a pretty sound.”

Thought I. And

“Would you like to spend time with me?”

Became music to my ears.

So with Andúil did I go

And in her house did I stay; then

Began Andúil’s tale of sorrow—“

“I wondered what it was that took you so long to find me, Chai.” Sighed Arielle. And he with a quizzical look, “What do you mean, ‘took me so long to find you’? It was just a dream, right?”

“Oh Chai! Hold out your hand.”

And into Chaitanya’s outstretched hand, Arielle gently placed a half-crushed-blue-rose.

Chaitan now staring at the rose, now beginning to understand the implications of his actions, “Dear Ariellah I thought you dead! The life in your eyes no longer could I see! Your breath no longer could I feel…your sweet voice…”

And the tear that

Now

Fell-

Down

Chaitanya’s cheek

Was not for himself alone

But—

For

The

One

Whom

He cherished most.

The one he knew

He had failed

To remember…

–NZain 🙏🏻

To be continued…

Thank you for reading.

At The Water’s Edge.

November 20, 2020

Continued from The Price of Delusion

The water’s edge.

“As I surrendered and began to trust, (tears freely flowing) a powerful change came over me; I was as a newborn baby. Innocently vulnerable—my heart wide open—but unstable. I needed to rest.

And so, by a cool crystal-clear stream I lay down.

All around me beautiful images played as if I watched a movie on a screen. And deep within me, Arielle I can’t quite explain it, a strong desire grew—I knew I was being watched.

Sitting up at the water’s edge I saw for the first time, my own reflection. Such a strange and unexplainable feeling!”

“Chai? Who was watching you?”

“A strange creature with a beautiful face, stood over me. She invited—“

“She-ee?”

“Yes, Arielle. She.”

“Hmph.” Arielle crossed her arms, “I don’t think I like this part of the story.”

“And yet, this is a part of the story that must be told. But don’t worry, Ariellah–it was after all–only a dream.”

“Hmph. Continue.”

“She told me that for some time she had watched me and it would please her greatly if I came to her house for tea. As I too desired company, I willingly accepted the invitation. For how long I stayed there with the creature, I cannot say as time began to lose it’s effect on me—“

“Or perhaps the tea she gave you had an even stronger effect!”

“Perhaps. Dreams can oftentimes feel so real as if we have stepped into another world…or another’s dream…” Chaitanya gazed off into the distance as if still looking for this other world. Then returning to Arielle, “What do we truly understand of our world? What do we understand of our place in the world?”

Arielle remained quiet for a moment; then,

Smiling, “Go on, Chaitanya. Finish your story. I want to hear how the dream ends.”

To be continued…

–NZain💓

Thank you reading. Your comments and thoughts are always appreciated!

The Price of Delusion

November 19, 2020

Continued from Walking Amongst the Clouds.

The sign over the entrance read:

“Getting clear of

The confusion that

Rattled my soul; the dark-

Myst of delusion took it’s fare toll.

And settled

Into

An even darker

Tunnel…

There is only

One way through—

All the way

To

It’s

Own

End–which is

Of course just

The Beginning…”

–Unknown

“My dear Arielle, before I continue with my dream let me share with you something I learned from the ants: Our mother may reject us. Friends may leave us. Always there is this possibility so look within your own self and—“

“—remember who loves you?”

“Exactly! Throughout this life we must take care of ourselves and—“

“—each other!”

“Yes. And each other.”

At this point, the two shook hands in agreement and made a vow to always care for one another.

“When I realized my anger was irrational, my thoughts turned around, looked me straight in the eyes and asked, ‘Is it true?’ But where did you go? I had to find you. So I left the garden and the ants to their work in search of you. Along the way, I met a couple who told me their names were Trust and Surrender. I asked them if they had seen you, but they just smiled and asked me, ‘What is it that covers the eyes so that the heart cannot be seen?’”

“Shame.” Arielle answered. “It makes me want to hide.”

“Yes.” Chaitan replied. “Me too.”

“So what did you do?”

“I repeated the names of the couple over and over until tears flowed washing my eyes clean.”

“Really, Chai? As simple as that?”

“As simple as that, Ariellah.”

“But why then, Chaitan were you so surprised to see me alive? What happened to me?”

To be continued…

NZain 😊

Thank you for reading.

All Was Emptiness, Except For My Own Self.

November 17, 2020

Continued from The Retelling of an Old Tale.

“All was emptiness, except for my own self, save for the memory of you which seemingly remained only to remind me that I was completely alone.”

“Oh Chaitanya! How frightened you must have been!”

“Even the ground beneath my feet no longer could I feel and for a moment not knowing which way was up—I was afraid…” Chaitanya bowed his head in thoughtful reflection and then looking up into Arielle’s own crystalline eyes, “For fear of losing all that mattered, I was afraid. And for fear I became angry at myself—angry at you—then did I feel shame…

…and in the next moment, I fell to my knees, but do you know what, Arielle? The ground was soft and smelled of fresh cut grass! I was in a garden and ants were busy collecting bits and pieces—“

“Hold on a minute, Chaitan. You were angry at me? But why?”

“All the while, ants going to and fro, without a single care except to do what needed to be done—I wondered the exact same question as it made no sense to me. What was the source of my fear and why was I angry? I quietly watched as the ants worked together, each one carrying his own weight for the benefit of all the ants, when the idea came to me—what if for some reason the ants abandoned their work? What if they abandoned one another?”

“I suppose they would die.” Answered Arielle.

“Yes, I suppose they would. And what if a mother abandons her infant—“

“Oh Chai! I don’t even want to think of it!”

“My dear Ariellah, let me persuade you to think about this harsh reality: some infants are abandoned. We are all born with this innate fear deep inside each one of us and yet it is this fear which keeps us alive.”

“You mean to say ‘our fear of death is what keeps us alive’?”

“And the infant knows this from birth…”

“…and this is why the infant cries!”

“Yes! And coos!”

“This makes perfect sense however, I still don’t understand, Chai–why you were angry with me?”

“In the moment of my disorientation when all was emptiness except for my own self, I felt the deep despair of separation. I felt you, my dear friend Arielle, had abandoned me. I felt loneliness.”

With a look of compassion Arielle replied, “I think I now understand your anger.”

My anger,” Chaitan shook his head, “was irrational when I remembered your love for me–”

“You remembered me!” Delighted, Arielle flung her tiny arms around Chaitanya’s neck and kissed him affectionately on his cheek.”Then what happened?”

To be continued…

NZain💓

Thank you for reading.

The Retelling of an Old Tale.

November 14, 2020

“Chai?” The girl whispered with tender affection to the boy still asleep.

No reply.

“Chaitan?” She lovingly called out his name once again.

Silence.

“CHAITANYA WAKE UP!” And with a heart-full-of-a-mighty-lion’s-roar

The girl pounced on the sleeping boy just as he–

“ARIELLE!” (Chaitanya’s eyes now wide awake) “You’re alive! I dreamt of you and…”

His voice, anxious, trailing off with…a sigh of relief.

Arielle, quite satisfied she had now fully awakened the boy, settled back onto her elbows and with one eyebrow encouragingly raised, “Go on, Chai. Tell me about your dream.”

You and I, Arielle, walked amongst the clouds, as we so often do, but

A strange dark-mist arose obscuring the entire world from view—“

“Chai?” Arielle interrupts with a purr and gazes deeply into Chaitan’s watery eyes, “Tell me in plain English.”

The two laugh heartily,

Embrace one another tenderly—and

Now–

Relaxing into a comfortable state of ease,

Chaitanya continues:

“I lost all sense of you…”

Thank you for reading. To be continued.

NZain💓