Amazing Love

Amazing Love
There lives a sage in the mountains high. He had been there before the townsmen and their ancestors, he was so old that no one knew his exact age.

Amidst the town, lives a man named Son. Of late, he was troubled by many things. Thus, he went to the sage, hoping to find answers to his questions.

After climbing the mountains for six days, he reaches the home of the sage. It wasn’t much, just a simple hut and behind it, a sea of green standing against the clear blue skies.

Upon Son’s arrival, he found the door of the hut wide open and inside it, dwelled a deep darkness. For a moment, he thought that he’d been in the wrong place. He turned back to look at the path he traveled but he couldn’t find anything but a sea of green behind him. He was engulf by the forest and in it he only sees no light but only rows of rows of shadows.

He remembered the stories of those who had seen the sage. They said “what you see is not what that meets the eye but that which meets the thoughts.”

“This must be the place.” he told himself. He turns again to the path he traveled and saw no trace of his journey then he turns again towards the hut and now a gentle glow of light was coming out of the hut and a man in white robes stood at the entrance.

“Come, eat” the sage says as he gestures Son with his hand. Having no where to go, Son makes his way to the hut as the sage disappeared into it. Every step that Son took, the light in the hut grows stronger and brighter.

He steps in and finds two tables and a shelf of books and nothing else. On one table, there was bread and wine and on another, candles.

“Come, eat with me” the sage calls. Son went forward and sat beside him. Before he took his bread, he saw the hands of the sage, it was coarse and weathered and his breathes were deep and his movements were slow.

Seeing that the sage may be ill, Son asks him of his health and well being.

For a moment, the sage stared to the distance in deep thoughts. Then he draws a breath and says
“Retarded nightmares claim my rest
with dreams of done deeds that speaks no zest
of tales and times in words in page.
Will thee believe in this sage of age?”

Soon, Son realizes that there was no bed in the room and wondered how the sage had rest but he decided to know more of his new friend and he asks “what have you done so wrong?”.

Smiling, the sage said “My deeds sings no wrong nor right
only of the undone in the far-off sight.
Now these are my dreams in the hours of late
who be the just judge of deeds and fate?”

“Anyone can be this judge, yes?” said Son

“Turmoil arises, if he exists
as under his sway, ceases wits and mischief
yet what is to do in such perfection
when all are just in one complexion?
where goes the spare for faults to grow
and the triumph of faults to shine and glow?” said the sage wisely.


At first, Son didn’t understand. He thought that mistakes were bad and that they should be avoided as much and as often possible yet the sage’s words made sense. If there was perfection, there would be no mistakes, if there was nothing to correct and nothing to run away from. Where would men be? Perfection are among the reasons that men loses themselves and not knowing where to go, what to do, men would be lost without faults. It was rather ironical, he thought.

The sage, realizing that Son was at quietness for so long. He went to the shelf and came back with a book as thick as his feet and shook Son at the shoulders and gestured him to look at the table beside them. The candles were bounded together at one end and at the other end of the table, stood a lone candle. The sage snapped his fingers and the candles were lit with fire.

The sage pointed at the lone candle that burned with a weak flare and asked “what do you think of that?”

“lonesome, abandoned, outcast as me. However, only at late and not before….” Son stammered and would have went on if the sage hadn’t chuckled.

“are you alone?” the sage doubted.
“yes”
“Am I not with you? Have you not found me? Truly I ask, are you alone?” questions upon questions came from the sage and Son finally realizes that he is not.

“All things, wicked and charming, tells all a story
perhaps pleasing, perhaps not, both ends eventually.” the sage recited and continued on “the lone candle is purity, divinity and all of all, the good days as its flare is calm and appease. Now the other, burning so violently in chaos, represents the bad days.”

Looking to the untouched bread and wine, the sage said “come, feast with me for now.”

So we feasted and bore witness of the two flames. In the end, the flame on the bundle of candle died out first and the lone candle stood gloriously and quenched long after.

Then the sage spoke and broke the silent air, “In good days, we may stand alone and in bad days we do not as those we love are with us till the end. In good days, the time is long while in the bad days, the time is brief as we are not alone. In great days, we see people as the norm but in bad days when heroes and saviors are demanded, only then they show and only then shall we realize and accept and only after that shall we stand as one till the end in both days of great and not.” he paused for a breath and went on “But know the decided time, the hours no more nor lesser,
we are the judge and jury of our chances. And if one day, you stand alone or perhaps one day, you wish to celebrate your joy and all that you have, you can come to me, I am always here, you know where‘s that don‘t you?”

“Indeed.” said Son as he tried to recall the burning candles.
“So, Son, have you found what you seek?”
“Yes I have though my questions were unasked. How had you know?”
“I know as I am your father”.



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27th August 2008 - 2 days