 |
| Lake Robalo, Navarino Island, Cape Horn Province, South of Chile |
A drop of water fell into a wild river. Surrendered to the current it journeyed through many parts of the world. Without fear or regret it embraced the mosses, sandy shores, high cliffs, rocky beaches. In all these encounters and partings it never experienced fear for what was to come or regret for what it left behind. Always true to the river it continued in full trust to wherever it led.
“How come you do not stay in touch, don´t you miss?” asked the moss.
“ You have no heart for you are not sorry to leave behind,” said the rocky beaches.
“How come you do not know where you are going – you must be lost,” claimed the sandy shores.
“We stand high and we can see better than you. There is a dangerous waterfall behind the curve. You better stay here and be safe,” warned the high cliffs.
Without knowing what to reply, the drop of water turned to the sky.
The Sky who saw and knew everything was very wise. It looked down to the water and said to its every drop:
"You are a long river. You are your every drop and the sum of these. To those who do not know, you look same, yet you are never same. You are the stream high in the mountain where you began and a still lake you find your rest in. You are a wild river that starts from the lake, the waterfall that falls into a valley. Far across this land there is an Ocean that constantly awaits for you and constantly receives you. As you flow into it you become transformed. Although you never forget, yet then you will no more remember. In your new shape and taste you will have changed your task, your nature, your essence and meaning," revealed the Sky.
"And now to your questions. You are always in touch with all the shores that you run through, that is why you can never miss them. You can never be lost, for you are your own beginning and also the end, your past, present and future in one moment. You are always and only where you intend and want to be. You never leave anything behind, which is why you cannot feel sorry. As to the waterfalls, then they are nothing to be fared of. To the viewer they are a spectacle; to you they bring changes of landscape and scenery. When you know your nature and trust the current, there is nothing to question or worry about. Flow and enjoy the journey."
The drop of water smiled to the Sky. The stream had carried it to a lake, the truth of of the Sky reflecting upon the blue surface.
Where do you come from? asked the roots of the trees of the forest that surrounded the lake. The drop of water would then tell them travelogues from its journeys.
"When will you leave us?" they asked a bit preoccupied.
"I will never leave you and I am always leaving you," replied the drop of water.
The winter froze the lake and children came to skate and play on the ice.
The time to rest was a time to serve.
Written in Puerto Williams on July 13, 2013
No comments:
Post a Comment