miercuri, 2 martie 2011


[...] who said the world was made for you?


Who knows what vision is?
You think of a sky hanging up there and you look up searching for the truth. I remember my first day I met the elephant. It was like september, bleak rainy  image of my window when the ivory appeared to be one of my major ribs.
The elephant said to me:
- I can borrow you my precious ivory if you move the Earth upside down, so I can climb and rest up there, between the clouds. 
This world you live in, doesn't fit me. 
Missing spots of the elephant's habits, missing values of my rite.
Give me the world, having your sky under my feet and I shall build up your rib, out my ivory.

I remember the 1st day I met the elephant:
He said to me:
- Is your world a happy one? 
Do you feel like it belongs to you?
You stole my ivory after my death... little creatures, thinking of me dying... made you rich.
Did you ever see my sky? 
You  know... that small patch that surrounds your imaginary world. 
Did you ever touch it? 
That wet feeling on your fingers when your fancy sky is crying...
Did you ever climb it?
You made an ivory stair out of  my world and still, you didn't make it up there.
Do you cry when your kind passes away? 
For I've seen your world bowing and praying to no one.
Who made your world spin?

 My elephant has a name, a typical one actually... a name that stood still inside my heart. It was like the sound of rain knocking against my window. 
My stuck-up vision of man between my temples reminded me of his name when I asked him:
- Tell me why is my world not the real one? 
Who put it up there?
He gazed at me with the ivory power, put down his forehead, stretched over my land and said:
- Your kind has issues. 
- You hate and love at the same time, the same sky, the same land, the same people. You are all the same.
You feel nauseated and disgusted by being alone, yet, you can't live next to someone... So difficult to adjust and understand each other when you feel weak and betrayed. 
You enjoy the taste of revenge, giving shape to your own sky when asking for forgiveness.
 You made the world spin, a grasp of  your impotence spread between each other when you need answers.
What do you do then?
You turn your land into a grave, you put a sky out there as being your salvation and you populate it, out of fear.

- Mother of the Earth, I pray for the growing and remembering the truth.
- What is the "truth" into your world, the elephant asked me...
- I can't remember, I said.
- You give birth and take lives. Is this your truth, the elephant asked.
- We empowered ourselves to do that, we have the reasoning of creation that you don't, I indignantly answered.
- I have the ivory your people stole from me, yet... I didn't steal anything from your kind, not even taking lives, I didn't. 
Is this your reasoning, I don't have? The elephant wondered.
- We love our kind when we give birth. We brought them up, showing them the path.
- And what path is that?
- I don't know, I said. Do you?
- Then tell me what is your kind's love?
- I don't know... feeling, we call it feeling.
- Hating is also a feeling into your world...
- What is love into your world? I asked.
- We call it  BURNING. 
We grow to be the elephants of your created reality, under your created sky, with your created believes and we do not pray to fancy Gods, but praise our land for burning down those fancy dreams, fancy ways of living, we have no reason into lying, killing, avenging, destroying, hating, stealing and by the end of all these - not praying to a God to forgive us. 
Hilarious... funny creatures you people are.
- What's so not funny about you?
- We breed our elephants to beware your kind, to protect our ivory laws and to stand on our feet  under your sky.
- But do you have the truth?  I asked him.
- Yes, we do.
- And what is your truth?
We just live into burning your upside down reality.
In your language means:
We love your kind even if you don't see us, but steal from us.


3 comentarii:

  1. still... don't forget you made the elephant care for you, love you and remember your path and perhaps even destiny.
    you can build them any way you want, teaching you the way of the ivory. its structure will set you free when you become one with it. for it's all blue and snowing angels these days and the sky is calling the song of the rememberance.
    dare to set foot on the moon, the mare thought of it will wing you and the earth will then hug you too.


  2. Flipi@
    If I think of "Little Prince" I would say... I am almost saved, I have my own planet, made-up from ivory and love.
    But when I wake up, instead of my elephant I see a chaotic world that forgot totally to love.

  3. îmi place la nebunie muzica ta..de ceea ce scrii nu mai vorbesc..mă "împiedic"puţin la postările în limba engleză,dar mai încerc să înţeleg din imagini şi clipuri ce le adaugi,aşa că una peste alta oricum mă simt bine în"casa"sufletului tău!:)..tot binele şi frumosul din lume să mi te cuprindă...
    pup fata cu mare mare drag!:)...