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…