And on the eve of this calm summer night, Whilst prayers are being sent forth to and fro high above, From the oak tree that is your place of rest, I can now see you flying high into the sky, like the Simurhg On your way to a world you have never seen….and which has never seen you either. And once you descend to the land, it is with the eyes of a child that you shall see a plentiful of divine sights enacted from the voyage, Amazing heights, where the horizon will suddenly seem as clear as an Alabaster stone; Winds that shall whisper louder and remind you of their existence and meanings; The grass under your feet that breathes Gaia in all its splendor and energy. And when the journey will have brought the fruit of its seed and knowledge will have sank into your mind, You shall return to your departure point no longer as the knight who wishes to conquer the queen and her kingdom but as a true king who has conquered it all and now strives to begin life as a phoenix bird !
How many worthy goods would you happily give away for The Hand to take you back to the kingdom of your happy childhood upon your humble request, and thereby live the days when seeing was believing, and equally live the nights when after your prayer, dreaming under the sky full of stars was all that you ever asked for… A time when the heart prevailed over the intellect which you had yet to discover and foremost the time when you could easily tab in all the subtle energies of every living and non living things that surrounded you and that composed your world … A world that was timeless but that has now become priceless if you but recall the immensity of the innocence you have left. Ah! How many of us have retained the heart of the child within and still live their life as a grand adventure…?
And as the dark now reveres the coming white night, Let us climb to the stars, for dreams are in this horizon … over there! Let us fly to the sky, for high is the birth place of the clouds, and best is the seat above West and East, so whispers the Japanese myth. Let us mount the Andean Cordillera and catch the good blessings of the sleeping sun you have never seen, Ah! Bright cavalier, come into my world and see how the thoughts have conquered the soul. Come see how the energy of life vocalizes in rhymes and prose and in turn, gives birth to passionate ones, the abode of those who shall recreate life to the liking of your hearing. Do you feel all the conglomerate of everything that I seek with might ? Do you see the universe dance on this night ? Do you hear how the tide can strike twice ? But beware might I warn you, for when dawn awakes and the nocturne voyage reaches to an end, the heart sanctum of the inner kingdom that is mine shan’t be shaken by no mere gallant gentlemen but he who shall see in my eyes the eternity of a white night ! And a wishful thinking it would be indeed to believe otherwise.