There once was a sleepless vagabond, a creature that was neither human or animal. He was a sleepless vagabond that journeyed not just anywhere but was welcome everywhere. People experienced the vagabond in different ways. Some were surprised, others shy and still others were content and excited about the mysterious energy this curious creature brought to them. He was like a friend one could say, though he himself had none, he was everyone's. He didn't speak to you, or tell you what to do, he just guided you. He was the vagabond of all. He was always there to listen to us, one could say he was the companion of us all. His dwelling was not a house, or a hut, he didn't live on the land or in the sea. He lived not in the valley or on the mountain top. He existed where they all existed. In our heart.
One day you realised that the sleepless vagabond had entered your heart, he had entered violently not by his choice but by the circumstances of your own life. You had been sick, not the sickness of headaches or heartaches. You had the sickness of sadness. Now sadness was the worst of all maladies. It terrorised your life into fear. You saw nothing. You were almost gone until he came. He had actually come to awaken you. He had come to console you. You were grateful. You started to smile. You knew that he had come to warm that empty space left in your heart. That was all that you needed. His little visit was like a brief yet touching reminder that life was a beautiful opportunity granted to awaken to our true reality. A reality filled with love and sincerity.
The sleepless vagabond asked you two questions before he left and that was all that he said.
- How much will you love?
- How will you live?
You were left lingering in thought...these questions had filled you with mixed emotions of the pain of what was, and the pleasure in what was to come.
Sunday, 15 December 2013
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