(22-11-97):
After a few while of natural reflection,
I thought then
that was the secret
and the mystery of the Mountain top.
All was serene and peacefull
on that wild and precarious mountainside
because everything merely was,
yes just because everything merely was.
Everything was precious
just because they simply were.
What a life witness,
what a lesson for life.
There on the mountain top,
no bush had to justify its being there
for example
by “working” harder than the other bushes.
It simply was.
It simply grew
with its own inner life and rhythm
and lifted its little-short branches
towards the sky
imagined from the time of immemorial
a dwelling place of eternal high God,
yes toward the sky
they are lifted their “hands” and
their “eyes,”
in an everlasting praise,
in a never ending prayer.
I learn something a very important lesson
from that mountain tiny jonquil.
Yes,
that very little flower at my feet felt no jealousy at all
that I was taller or maybe monstrous
and could move about at will,
while it was only rooted in that one spot of ground
for all its existence.
But why then did man
endlessly strive hard to be what he was not
and count his own worth in terms of his success?
Here I had a dream of humanity.
And in my dream
I wished that every human being were an inner man,
were a mountain man,
were a man of inner soul
so that they could look at this mountain jonquil –
and it simply was -
yes it simply was
and could see everything,
and especially himself.
Thanks a lot
oh tiny mountain jonquil
cause you have taught me
an important lesson for my life.
A simple life
just because of the fact
that I am.
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