#12 : Stone Peace
- ZEPH & FRENS #12
Rocks and stones are rather interesting objects to Zeph. From humongous ones
like the Himalayan mountains to real puny ones like pebbles on the beach. He
was an avid stone-collector for quite some time- not of precious stones
(crystals, diamonds...!) actually, as they are too expensive! He used to
look for "pet-rocks"- any stone that seems interesting by itself, in shape,
colour, texture... He used to take pride in his collection, thinking he was
a rare appreciator of raw naked nature, being able to see stones as perfect
sculptures of nature in themselves, not necessarily needing man's further
sculpting! He thought he was a real artsy guy till he realised, one evening,
by the sea, that he had became so engrossed on stones by the seaside that he
forgot the beauty of the sea and its unseen wind. To this lesson learnt, he
penned the following in his journal, sitting by the sea, on a big rock of
many smaller ones- on a breakwater :
I pick up a piece of stone (rock)
and appreciate it,
lost in it, forgetting the world.
I see art and abstract beauty in it-
a forgotten "random" form (shaped by the cause and effect of Nature) .
But to see it alone as special
is to forget all the other stones,
and all other things artsy of this Earth...
When you pick up and hang on to a small rock,
you miss the big Mother of all earthly rocks- Planet Earth,
the third rock from the Sun.
See art in more and more (rocks and such)
till you cannot pick them up anymore,
and you have to let all go.
That is a real art-
seeing all as art,
without picking it up,
See all the flowers and rocks
as part of a great garden of Earth,
without needing to pluck a single flower,
without wanting to possess a single stone.
We don't have to "to have and to hold" always-
All each hand can only hold is a mere handful.
When you let go of everything,
what isn't yours?
When you let go of everything,
you become one with everything.
There is one world for you in its totality already.
Be one with it,
and you become total.
After realising this, Zeph decided to have a small ritual- that of releasing
his stone collection back to nature. Nature, where they came from, where
they can be appreciated by others instead of sitting at home in his
collection's box. It was a small lesson on becoming free of attachment as he
realised it wasn't probable that he could ever see his favourite stone
again. It amazed him that it could be so difficult to let lifeless objects
go; it would be so much more difficult to let loved ones go when they have
to depart upon death!
On the same breakwater another evening, Zeph threw his stones off it, one by
one. Some backwards to the sand behind the breakwater, and some forwards
into the sea. While there was undeniably a feeling of gentle sadness, a
liberating wave of release swept over him. No, no water hit him. It was the
wind, it smelt of freedom- wild salty freedom that could be tasted for real.
This wind he realised, he could take a deep breath of, feel it in its whole
essence, and let it go, exhaling it. The wind cannot be grasped; it is to be
felt only. And this feeling of being at one with it is enough, even if it
doesn't lasts forever. What matters is being true to it, loving it in the
moment as it comes by, and being willing to set it free when it has to go.
That is nothing less than True Love! Zeph kissed his last and best loved
stone goodbye, standing up, giving it a mighty hurl into the darkening
waters... He realised he never felt the wind in this way before. He knew it
was the way he should feel, about all things great and small, all along,
whether he loved them or not. Thank you, stone, for your most sincere and
silent Dharma. This setting you free... has set me this free.
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