There's no other tear
Which can be added
To an already filled pot
Nevertheless, they'd keep flowing.
Dedicated to Antoine de Saint Exupery
Billions of light years from the place where you are right now, in a far distant galaxy, in another dimension of time, is one of the limitless Pure Lands of where Star lived. The planet where Star lived was so big that it is even difficult to imagine. There was plenty of everything on that planet. It is one of the qualities of Pure Land that whatever you desire will spontaneously appear in a front of you. It is then easy to understand that the pleasure in which the beings of Unobscured Spaces are experiencing is inexpressible. I guess it won’t be a surprise to you, if I will tell you, that there was nothing on this planet… Except for a small tree with wonderful wonderful flowers all over, and smells, all those smells which you can only imagine…. pleasing and comforting. The tree was surrounded by a chain of regular stones – plain stones and a stream. The stream was flowing out from…eeeee…from somewhere, let's say - from the space. Oh well, there was a silver jug there too, standing by the tree. Silver, but not shinny and, and, ye…. the stream looked more like a waterfall and it whispered. Just common, calm , the simplest whisper in the world.
The life of the Star was not complicated at all. From time to time, or after a break, if this makes any sense …I mean, events were taking place there. There were all the same events, but at the same time, they were completely new. Let me put it this way…it was new and fresh and amazing, but it was still the same.
Well, as I said, the life of the Star was simple. From time to time, she stood up…haa yes! if she was sitting, she had to sit on something. Of course, there was a big stone there. We did not see that before. A big stone, but very comfortable, and not cold at all, quite the opposite, but still a stone.
She was standing up from the stone where she was sitting all the time and she was going towards the jug. She was taking the jug in her hand and she was going to the stream. She was filling the jug with the water, and next she was pouring the contents of it under the feet of the tree, and, in the end, she was going back to her place. Nothing more that is all. Just like that.
Nobody knows how long and why, or what was the purpose of it. Nobody knows why. Maybe the simplest explanation was because The Star came up with that idea and there was nothing more then that. But it is good to mention that things like that were going and going from a long time before. Well, it was so long that the main character of the story and time lost completely their meaning. Everything vanished in the space, but yet it was taking place. If not then there is no story to tell.
The life was simple as it was and nothing was beyond what was so simple and obvious. Everything was full and nothing had to be added to it. Everything was as it was, and did not have to be explained, and, on the question "Why?" There is no answer and won’t be. Well, what is the most interesting was that it was no question at all because there wasn’t anybody who could ask it? There wasn’t even anyone who could admire the beauty of the tree which The Star was keeping alive. Nobody who could adore the extraordinarity and simplicity of act in which The Star was doing. There was nobody who can ask or seek for the answer. There was nobody who can teach or be taught. There was nobody who can look for advice or anybody who wants to achieve anything. Finally, there was nobody who can tempt you or judge you. Well, maybe it was, but The Star never saw or heard nobody. The same way as she couldn’t see her reflection in the stream. It was like that some time or who knows, but one day…
She just took the water from the stream and was going towards the tree and next she saw something which she never saw before and heard something which she never heard before. Still nobody said anything and nothing was said but it sounded like that.
- Do you know if one day you could do something, even just one time, something that would be completely pure, completely coming out of you, beyond you, just one time, the smallest, smallest thing, the simplest of the most simplest thing, anything but something that could not be tented by “You”, you would liberate yourself and liberate all the possible universes once and forever ?
- Hmm – thought the Star – What it could be?
Early works from album “Cosmic dust “.
Summer thanks again.