Ternezia
Dark meditation - The Storm
I will call them �the storm� � this time I�ll try to avoid usual terms and names, influenced by personal opinions, praised or rejected. The truth we can see in the light of such perceptions will remain the truth, despite our attempts to put them into the frames of polarity or subjectivity. That�s why I�ll speak about the storm. Look carefully at it. Notice all the slight details on clouded sky, the instant change in the surroundings, as they�re suddenly becoming something different from the world we know. Another world? A piece of misty realm descends on earth. Misty, frightening and clear at the same time � suddenly, you can touch the air, breathe the colors; the world loses its proper dimensions and grows bigger. The skies open and thin ray of almost alien light flashes. And it seems � the insight is here, in that something which is so hard to follow, as it dissolves in the next half of a second. The insight is a flash of lightning � sudden, dazzling, bright. Try to touch it � it�s gone. Stretch a hand � instead of it some heavy, almost living forms made of water will cool your skin. The skies are same again, but they, just like you, remember the lightning, which gave them knowledge of what they are � a knowledge without proof, without explanation, an entity that simply is. They still remember � and in immense moment of triumph they rise again. Tremendous roar envelops everything, the piece of alien realm becomes more real than reality, being inside its will, anger, and victory. Another blow, another blast. It goes on, giving birth to itself through the rage of emotion, will and insight.
The storms of the soul burst out just like the storms in the sky � the will for cataclysm dictates our present existence to break apart. Just as the instinct for survival, the will to BE the extreme presents deep inside us, the world, the realm and the Universe. The storm continues, the cataclysm envelops every atom and every molecule. Some trees cannot withstand � with a loud crash they break apart, fall and surrender. Their roots remain. Some day, the newborn sprouts will have to face their first storm and � eventually - withstand it. Same is the soul � falling and raising, but it�s roots to remain forever. Forever to exist in order to face the storms, again and again. Here it comes, the new blow. Frightened, far below, the earth shakes. But the living drops of water grow large, evolve, melt together into the clear pools � and in that new-formed mirrors on the ground, the whole world, the whole realm and the whole being finally sees itself.
Ternezia Bardo