There was no rain

There was no rain



There was no rain, no pond, no river… Nothing to calm his thirst… It was too hot, too humid, too gray-green-gray all around him… The forest had been climbing up the sky trying to reach the clouds to find what was inside. But the clouds were far, so far, so high, impossible to reach. He could not see the sun… Soul was lost again, where was the Flower, autumn was there, and spring had gone away.
The floral crest had bloomed for every other soul, but for him only the echoes of the shadows could be heard. How could he be alone among the multitude? And yet he was alone with his great thirst. His thirst to be, just that, to be… To see the Flower. He wanted her just to enjoy the beauty of other flowers and their sweet smell. To enjoy the warm that the sun can give… To enjoy the waters of the stream that burst from the deep heart of mother earth.
It does not matter much if he is alone, no body knows when-why, but he is alone…He misses the Flower so much... No body ever knows, only he knows what is inside, in him. It’s like a dream, a dream that never was and will not dare to be.
There was no rain, no pond, and no river. Nothing to calm his thirst. No garden and no flowers. No Flower.
Sleeping in her own arms the beauty of the Flower shadowed the flowers in their rhythmic dance. Peaceful, serene her face portrayed the beauty of her heart. (The Soul would like to be deep sleep so he could dream one and one night forever)…
The Soul was lost again; no compass marked his route… he dreams that he is not lost… No rain, no pond, no river… No garden and no flowers… Where is the Flower? Why is she gone? And he was never found…


Luar Yo
5/22/2000