“Do
you want you see the lake grow larger?” asks my son.
“Hmm?”
“Keep
watching! When the mist covers the mountains and you can’t see the other side
of the lake, it becomes larger; it can even stretch to infinity!”
One
has been watching this lake for fifty years now, it is about a thousand yards
long and three hundred to four hundred yards wide, bending gently to curve into
a bean shape. This is the first time that one has been able to stretch its
shores as far as one likes. The mist has always been fascinating. Scores of
times one has been rowing a boat when all is enveloped by the mist - now ethereal
wisps of glaring bright, now brooding clouds laden with moisture. But the
thought in one’s mind has always been that one knows the lake too well to be
fooled by the mist, and the shores are nearby, exactly where they should be.
One
knows! One can define…
...till
a 19 year old boy shows how the shores of this little lake can be stretched till
infinity.
……………………………………………………………………..
The
mist rolls; a tumbling mass of endless whiteness, sometimes rising lightly,
sometimes drooping and bending under the weight of the water it bears. It wets
the walls and darkens the corridors of the old school buildings. It brings gentleness
into the voices of the teachers - scolding men and shrieking women – and it
dampens the screams and shouts of the children. It brings a sense of peace,
this shroud of mist; it softens the edges, it rounds off corners, everyone
walks a bit slower and talks a little softly, as if in a place where one must
be quiet. One opens a bedroom window to welcome the rolling cloud deeper into
one’s life.
The
smoke-like wisps that rise on a sunny day from the valleys and skim over the
tops carry hope and cheer and promise, but the mist that engulfs deeply brings
satisfaction and wholeness and peace and quiet. Maybe because it restricts the
visual domain while still retaining the light, an inner glow; the fears of the
unknown dark are absent, but the shroud that limits the impression of vision is
very much present, benign and enjoyable.
………………………………………………………………………
The
tangible, the audible, the visible, the thinkable, the imaginable, are all being shrouded in a benign mist. It rolls and flows, and smoothens the
sharpness. It dampens noises. It absorbs jolts. It gently swathes imaginings.
This mist is called the Name of God; and the shores of definition stretch to
touch infinity.
My dear friend Ravi wanted me to write about the mist. I am grateful to god for him.
“Zeina Glo brings you
the radiant glow of inner peace, good health and attendant beauty.
Zeina Glo helps you strip off layers
of inhibitions, hesitation, and cynicism, allowing your thoughts and emotions
to flow freely.
Zeina Glo helps to douse the flames
of insecurity and guilt, to open the windows of mind and body to the cool fresh
breeze of love.
Zeina Glo encourages you to
spread inner peace, good health, radiance, exuberance, warmth,
joy and the glow from your inner being.
Zeina Glo brings the beauty of your
own thoughts back to you!!”
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I am enriched to see this piece depicting the true essence of mist .I am thankful to you for acknowledging my request. I have a thought of mine to share with the the hope that it resonates with you.
ReplyDeleteMist, for me, is synonymous with a veil beyond which lies hope and eternal bliss. A hillman like me relates it to that door which opens up and leads you to profound serenity. I share a long relationship with this mystic natural entity. I have the same enduring fascination for it as exists between the moth and flame. The analogy, though, suicidal, encourages me otherwise, to flutter my wings more rapidly and reach out to my emancipation, which seems oblivious while being enveloped by it.Mist for most may be depressing or dreary but for me its a state of euphoria which exalts my inner being.It hides my physical existence but elates my soul to seek enlightenment.So dont be daunted by the external instead try to explore the uncertain core which will lead you to the chashmah ( spring ) of ecstasy.
"...a veil beyond which lies hope....eternal bliss....profound serenity..."
Delete"...It hides my physical existence but elates my soul to seek enlightenment..."
My friend, it is so heartening to read these words and be in the company of one who takes for granted what the multitude is unaware of, the "chashmah of ecstasy". Those who are aware of its existence can surely taste some of its sweetness at will, just as we can imagine the cold winds atop Mount Everest or at the South Pole because we know they are there!
Inshallah, the moth and the flame shall become one, and the flame shall burn brighter because inside it glows the love of a mureed.