I believe, the universe is me. It’s as old as this soul. Wandering, seeking, transforming.
Today I call you Fire. For I believe, you are a ball of fire, born exactly when the universe was born. And since then, you are on your own way of becoming. The fact is, you are a part of the universe’s growth.
You may wonder why I am writing these to you. Before I answer, here is something I believe.
I find, I am traveling since the universe is born. Through the stars, in the valleys,
Blooming into a beautiful flower, with petals of lights and stars.
I wonder, how the fragments of my heart seek the unknown. I feel a longing, a thirst that can’t be quenched. Ever.
This soul, this old delicate soul, finds its answer cloaked inside the pulse of the universe.
It’s only me and you.
It’s the sky, the sea,
the mountain, the dew.
It ages, it expands.
It grows, it blooms.
Like the spring, every moment,
The old leaves,
To make a place for the new.
Today I want to tell the truth I have discovered about the universe, our beloved companion of becoming. The truth is, the universe knows everything. Every little things came on our way, we are facing right now, and, will come in our way of life. The universe writes our story, perhaps, it had already written the story of you and me, before our births.
It knew that one day, we will meet this way. You will tell me your story, while walking along the road of wholeness, how you faced adversity. You failed, you broke. You cried, you screamed, then screamed louder. And at the end, you became silent. Moreover, became an isolated silence. Amidst the crowd of chaos and confusion, noise and nuisance, you became an anonymous island of void and silence.
The universe knew, this way, you will learn all the important lessons of life, you left while studying your books. It wanted you to break yourself into pieces, and let them shattered on the ground. So that when you will bow to pick them up, once again, you will bow to the omnipresent. You will pray, you will ask for the light. And you will realize, where the light truly resides.
And thus, one day, you become an epitome of grace, beauty and wisdom. The universe will make you believe in power of dreams, resilience and stillness.
Perhaps, the universe wrote your story this way, wishing that one day, the fireball will become a flame, holding a promise for the light of tomorrow.
For the universe,