Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there lived a warrior who came from the underworld. from under the sea. And he rose from the sea, riding a great while stallion, a thoroughbred. He was looked on in awe by his followers. People reveled at his feet because he had the knowledge and wisdom of a thousand men. And he was a lofty being. But not being of this earth, he could not place his footprint on this mortal soil. And so he would mount his ride, and be guided by the people, giving guidance, and credence to those that asked and providing solace and gratitude to those that needed, and for those that wanted more, he would guide their thoughts inside. And all was good.
And then, a second warrior, even more lofty rose, riding a black stallion, and he too carried reverence everywhere he rode, not being of this earth, and being of loftier awareness. and never their paths crossed.
.. until one day. It was rumored that a white rose was seen in the valley. A rose of such rarity and beauty that it transfixed the minds of all, and they would fall into a deep trance, transfixed by it’s beauty and attraction. And the king of kings of the lands said to all men, “He that brings me this rose, of great rarity will take my daughter’s hand in matrimony, and she will be his bride, and he will have all riches and wealth that man could wish for, for this rose of exquisite beauty will bring peace to our land”.
But no mortal man could pick this rose, for they fell transfixed, and could not draw on themselves to pluck such fragile beauty. And so the lords and the kings send note to the two great warriors on their stallion mounts. “You must bring the Rose of Rarity to our King, for it will bring peace to our lands, and it will bring you great wealth and riches”
And both warriors received the message, and each went to pluck their prize, and met face to face for the first time. And a battle of minds ensued. There was much fighting, and defending, and pain inflicted, and hurt felt, as the two great warriors locked minds and forces to win. And the ebb and flow of victory appeared and disappeared for each. And at dusk they paused. And waited until the dawning hour. At dawn, a single white dove flew over the mountain and flew to the rare rose, and landed on the rose bush, and the dove pricked itself on a thorn of the rose bush, it it drew blood. And a single drop of blood fell on the exquisite white rose of such beauty and rarity and it was stained forever.
And the great warriors saw this, and they paused. and considered their own past. Where they had come from, what they had learnt along the way, and what happened that they become the soul survivors of an age old battle and had never crossed paths until this day. And now the were fighting a battle for someone else.
Instantly, they released the grip they had on each others passion and left the lands forever. And those who watched realized. It was now their time to begin again and to create a different way. And this time, to do it for their own passion, and not someone elses. And cities fell, and new cities grew, and still the sun rose every morning and poured it’s blessings on the exquisite rose of such rarity and beauty, even with it’s imperfection.
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A high contrast shot of a white Andalusian stallion in the sun against a black background. (Credit: iStockphoto/Baldur Tryggvason)
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March 29, 2009 at 11:24 am
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turiyamoore said,
March 30, 2009 at 7:48 am
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
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michelle said,
March 30, 2009 at 9:46 pm
lovely imagery and insight in this post.
Let there be peace in our hearts as we rebuild and replant the garden of our earth, twitter.com/BrightMichelle
caramelbella said,
March 30, 2009 at 10:42 pm
This is fantastic… Loved it. Thanks for sharing with me! Sat Nam.
LaSara said,
March 30, 2009 at 11:50 pm
Not sure how the two quote below relate, but I felt moved to add them. Hope you enjoy as well.
“My heart has become capable of every form; it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks, and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Ka’ba, and the tablets of the Torah and the book of the Koran. I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love’s camels take, that is my religion and my faith.”
- Ibn al-Arabi
“In this journey the seeker reacheth a stage wherein he seeth all created things wandering distracted in search of the Friend. How many a Jacob will he see, hunting after his Joseph; he will behold many a lover, hasting to seek the Beloved, he will witness a world of desiring ones searching after the One Desired. At every moment he findeth a weighty matter, in every hour he becometh aware of a mystery; for he hath taken his heart away from both worlds, and set out for the Ka’bih of the Beloved. At every step, aid from the Invisible Realm will attend him and the heat of his search will grow.
One must judge of search by the standard of the Majnun of Love.* It is related that one day they came upon Majnun sifting the dust, and his tears flowing down. They said, “What doest thou?” He said, “I seek for Layli.” They cried, “Alas for thee! Layli is of pure spirit, and thou seekest her in the dust!” He said, “I seek her everywhere; haply somewhere I shall find her.”
Yea, although to the wise it be shameful to seek the Lord of Lords in the dust, yet this betokeneth intense ardor in searching. “Whoso seeketh out a thing with zeal shall find it.”
* Literally, &Majnun means “insane.” This is the title of the celebrated lover of ancient Persian and Arabian lore, whose beloved was Layli, daughter of an Arabian prince. Symbolizing true human love bordering on the divine, the story has been made the theme of many a Persian romantic poem, particularly that of Nizami, written in 1188-1189 A.D.
-LaSara (aka @Yoga_Mama at Twitter)
http://www.lasarafirefox.com
puma said,
March 31, 2009 at 2:27 am
Dear One,
Thank you so much for sharing this. It was heartfelt (and I adore fables!).
I re-read certain parts of this and the line that resonated loudest to me was, “And this time, to do it for their own passion, and not someone elses.” ….Ah, yes.
Words that come to mind for Me; Transition. Change. Wisdom. Intuitiveness. Right Timing. :0)
Sending love,
Puma
Kari Lønning said,
March 31, 2009 at 3:23 am
Oh, too true. People get carried away with other people’s motives and dreams, and … battles. The ground below their feet becomes unstable and things fall apart. (Sian would like your choice of photos.)
magnetsandmiracles said,
March 31, 2009 at 12:56 pm
My heart is still beating hard.