The Story – I

Once upon a time there was a cute, simple and innocent girl in the neighborhood. She was of the ‘in herself’ kind. Thus, Most of the time involved with her, she was more of a mystery to people around. Her eyes were filled with freedom and at the same time with secrecy.

No one ever noticed her once her family settled. They were all simple and cooperative people, who believed in social living. But the girl was different. She had the shine that didn’t require any more polishing. She was free and independent as a butterfly.

I often found her staring to the beautiful lake. Blank, unending and calm as ever. The bright sunshine falling on the lake, the cool breeze blowing, and the green leaves all over the place. As though she had all the energy absorbed into her, leaving the place serene and tranquilized. Some days like this, it was more pleasure to watch her than that always good looking lake.

You would find her questioning the world; silently but firmly. While we stay at a place where everyone wants to take us away from the reality and stop asking questions; she has created a world of her own that asks for blessings and goodness. The reality, it seems likes to stay away from her. Alas, she believed in it.

We, i.e., my mind, soul and heart often get into discussion of her. The images all three had, of her, had been more or less contradicting. Mind being jealous of her, for being so free, uncaring of the world. The beautiful life she had because she was not interested what people think. The heart was slowly and gradually, appreciating and liking the act of watching her silently standing on the bridge with arms wide open. Her heart was so transparent, with as though nothing hidden in it. While my dear soul, was just busy remembering.

And thus the sacred journey started. To find the truth, the reality, the life, my time.  Just keep following the butterfly.

Amen.

Your Socius.