I had a dream of a
beautiful woman in a red silk dress. Her long ebony hair caressed her
marble-like shoulders, while the desert wind played on her body with furtive
fingers. Facing the full moon, she was talking, but I could not distinguish the
words, so, I told the wind to be silent. Well, I think my arrogant request left
it speechless since it stopped blowing, and I could hear her well. Yet, I
distinguished another whisper that intrigued me: it was that of the Moon.
“They admire you, and
your light sings in their hearts every night,” said the woman to the Moon.
“They feel you every
instant of their lives, day or night,” replied the Moon.
“Do they? Don’t they
forget about me when they are angry, fearful, envious, mean?”
“No, it is then that they
need you most. It is then that their souls twist in agony and expand searching
for you; they meet their shadows, they cross dark valleys, but all of them hope
to reach the luminous top of the mountain, for it is light that feeds their
souls.”
“Maybe, you’re right,
Moon. But why do they keep looking for me in things and persons, in
achievements and success, in possessions and wishes,” said the woman again.
“Because your light is so
soft and gentle that they can’t see it in their rush through life. They fear
their depths are surrounded in darkness. So they start travelling outwards for
a long time until they realize that you’ve always been there. I think deep down
they know it already and all the things they do, fight for, want to achieve are
done in your name, Love! They’re searching and learning, they’re trying to
figure out what it is that nurtures your light. People are born with the need
to give and receive Love, for you are the essence of all creation, even mine.”
concluded the Moon.
Love fell silent,
pondering at her existence.
“Now, go and be there for
them!” urged her the Moon. “I need you to be there, too. How can they adore me,
if you don’t seed yourself in their hearts?”
Love suddenly turned her
glowing face towards me, and raising her starlit eyebrows in surprise, she
asked me:
“What are you doing
here?”
“Searching for you,” I
said. “It’s your day today, and you’ve been missing.”
She smiled and the whole
desert shifted and moved its dunes creating a golden circle around us. The wind
came back and raised the playful grains of sand in a sparkling merry-go-round.
She faded into that dance, and I felt her all around me, and inside my heart.
“I’m everywhere. I never
leave, and I don’t need a day to be remembered since every day is a celebration
for those who never abandon me. I’m in the rustling leaves, in the movement of
the seasons, in rain and thunders, in tempests and sunshine, but most of all,
I’m in two friends holding their hearts together, I’m in the kiss and making
love of two in-love people, I’m in the joy of an animal running freely, I’m in
the thrill of a flower growing in a field caressed by the sun. I vest so many
forms, and only your faith in me gives me tremendous power. I’m a small seed,
which can burst into light at one touch of will from your part. Choose me, and everything
else will fade away!” said Love, her words melting once with the rising sun.
The wind is still
carrying her voice and whispers sometimes, and I look at the Moon and thank her
for giving Love the courage to say those words to me.
Oh, and she also told me
to wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day. So, Happy Valentine’s Day folks!
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