10. Ritual of the Little Jar

Ritual of the Little Jar

While we are growing up we learned by experience that no space can be occupied by two things at same time (I avoided mentioning the word physics this time).

The other day I took my little jar and set for a discovery trip in the small town I live in. In that jar there is lot of little papers, on each one of them I wrote a story. Each story is my problems that stay with me till the end of day, I thought by doing so I will not take them to my dreams when I go to sleep.

The jar was full, so I decided to come up with a ritual of some sort. However, the jar is full now and no more space to add.

I was thinking to take my jar and sit by the seaside and read all these papers and laugh at them… So I did… but instead of laughing, I kept on reading them time after time…

The sun was so warm... the sea was jumping like a happy child… a shy cloud was traveling alone in the blue sky… the wind was so gentle… making sure it will not take away my papers…

After a while I ended up with my jar again on one side… papers were just on my other side… I was in the middle between my papers and the empty jar…

Suddenly a nice voice calls my name, saying “give away your papers to the sea “… I argued that these are my stories… which I spent hours living them and writing them… the voice kept telling me to throw them away.

Then the sea reached out its waves, and started to touch my feet gently… so I started to read each paper for last time, then throw them into the vast sea…

The sea patiently took all my papers, I stood there watching how the sea read each paper, then took its words and ink… slowly all papers were gone into the deep sea… I waved my hand to the hours I spent and to the words I put there…

I ended up walking in the city with my empty jar. By time all shops were closed (probably they were never opened that day… not sure) the only shop I found was the flower shop.

In that shop there was this man whose face can not say how old is he … He tried to help me around his shop proudly telling me the differences between flowers… it was then when he noticed my little jar…

He took my jar to his working bench and placed the nicest bouquet of flowers, all flowers were short to fit inside the jar.

He handed me the jar and said, “…till one hour ago, your jar was full of disturbing moments… I saw you giving them away to the great love of the sea…”

He continued “each of these flowers will now be a new story… one is the story of the sun and the stars that God has put for us in heaven… the other is the heart of all mothers… the other little flowers need names… so you take care of them…”

Take your jar home, he said, enjoy these flowers… in a week or two your jar will be empty ready for your little papers … come back when it’s full and I will put more flowers…

9. The Ritual not of a Comet

The Comet in my Life

Do not be the comet in my life
Do not be the little prince
Do not be a nice unreachable dream

Be the rock in the stream
I’ll be the stream that sings
Together we will make spring on Earth

When winter comes,
And snow blankets the stream,
You and I will be united,

Be the song that never ends,
Be the word that ever stays,
Be there…

Let’s build the path…

9. The Ritual NOT of a Comet

I think I am drifting a little bit in these rituals. This time, just like a song…

Comets have been freely wondering the universe for eras and long time; some predict that life on Earth started when a comet hit Erath that had the prototype of Enzymes. There are other facts about Comets that fill tons of books.

The first Comet I saw was few years ago, it showed like a faint silver line in the dark sky. It visited our sky for few days, then it left, and it will come back after few tens of years.

A comet is like a life pendulum that keeps coming back to the same point time after time without even thinking to stop. People from over the world created myths about comets, others tried their best to study, predict and document comet visits.

In all cases everybody would wait for the comet to arrive in great anticipation. When Hali comet visited Earth, the whole world stood on its feet waiting for this visitor.

Visitors are always welcomed and when they tend to leave, we always wish they can stay longer. Together we enjoy each moment, trying to make time to come to a halt, but time will fly and never wait… soon it will be time to say good bye.

Together we share these moments, I know we are lucky, at least we’ve seen and live these moments, others beg to have one of these. But, that what humans are about… always tend to satisfy the curiosity that made Humanity reach what it reached today in any of the fields of life.

During our cycle of life we come to cross others paths… and the cycle continues… every time we go through the joy of discovering each other, loving every moment … trying to repeat it … just like comets do to us.

Years after… you look back and see how many cycles you went through… and put that smile on your face… some of these cycles were so small… others are still going on…

Together we managed several times to cross paths with joy, even when these paths go through thorns of life… I am not trying to avoid reality… which is not about joy and laughter all time.

I wonder sometimes of what I should wish for… but my heart always calls for more cycles… yet my soul cries for the rock in the stream…

The Legend of a Hero…

The Legend of a Hero…

Did you come to see a hero
It is a gone legend
One day this hero was a hero
This hero was there for the seven,
The seven called upon the hero,
The hero was always a hero
Feeling lonely and proud
Feeling like a hero…

Years passed
Then …
Nineteen days passed…
Our hero had to face the seven …
The seven were calling again
The hero looked back
See the fall of the seven
Seven disappeared slowly
Behind smoke of death and wreckage
Seven were calling upon their hero
Deep from below the chaos
They needed their hero
Hero just kept walking…

On that day the hero died
But did not rest in peace
Hero’s life is spared to rise again

The hero is now cursed
Cursed with the need to give
Cursed to disbelieve in … being loved
Not being able to love enough
Cursed with smell of fire
Cursed with sight of blood and death

All dead rest in peace
The dead hero did not rest in peace

The hero has to look and see at an ugly reflection
An ugly soul
Cursed with love
Haunted by one sole idea
“Give up… it is not your call”
Hero is no hero anymorePray for the hero’s soul to find peace again

8. The ritual of the …

The ritual of the …

Being raised in some kind of conservative atmosphere drew a perfect picture in my mind about certain issues.

One of the earliest logos that was engraved on my young rock of knowledge is “God is love”.

Years passed, the young rock managed to stay intact in spite of the shocks my mind had when started to interact with this “conservative atmosphere”… anyway… that logo merged again to surface… and started to help me go through moments of stormy events…

Last night I was walking under the rain wondering about life… realized that God used love to reveal Himself to us… it might be that love was before the word… maybe I can be too daring to say that He created love … before anything else…

Through His teachings He asked us to love others… specially the ones we do not share this love with…no matter what the reason is…

As hard and holy as this idea sounds … it is not impossible… actually it is so reachable that you are surprised to how do you miss it…

Lot of these people does not share love… for very simple reason… they never experienced love… and they are too proud to admit it…

All of us know when we love… but lots don’t know when they are loved… even when talking about God’s love.

This great feeling is becoming like a mechanical transfer from one state to another. Making these four letters just… well… letters… nothing more.

These kind of people even when they say they love their nearest people, they do it because they have to… not because others deserve it… they always expect the other side should do the same… because they were told that love is give and take… you have to pay few caring moments… as a payback for the moments I gave you…

To be in love is to do everything that does not go along with what is written in the book entitled “time is money”… being in love is to be crazy… to laugh… to forget using reason to explain how things are working…simply let love do the living…

To be in love is to be able to say “I love you” to the Other… whoever is that… knowing that these words are to someone who deserves to be loved… the same way you are loved by your Creator… who helped you find and know love…


Love is not a two way street… it is the way to give for no reason… if you believe in this… then … only then… when you say those words… they will be no more of love… they will be of agape that your listener will suddenly see the door that was always there but afraid to open or even look through its key hole…and will let you in…

Love is the path to God… and everybody deserves to be loved…

This is what I learned … this is what to share with you … else it becomes another forgotten ritual…