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The Living Force
I once read a sentence of the psychologist Jorge Bucay that I remain forever engraved, It was:
Tales are used to sleep children and awake to adults.
And it is truth that tales have a special power, allow us to make contact with the internal world, with this part within each and every of us, from which we all participate even if in some cases this happens unconsciously.
So As I see it, the main goal of tales and also parables, poems..., is to awake essence, what we really are, through a language that some define as ambiguous, but in fact is the language of truth because in this way is not relativized but expressed in all its glory.
There is a tale I found that seems appropriate to shed a little more light on everything commented, it was in Spanish and I have transalted it so please apologies for the possible errors...
I don't no other way of expressing better what I see here. Does it make sense for you?
Tales are used to sleep children and awake to adults.
And it is truth that tales have a special power, allow us to make contact with the internal world, with this part within each and every of us, from which we all participate even if in some cases this happens unconsciously.
So As I see it, the main goal of tales and also parables, poems..., is to awake essence, what we really are, through a language that some define as ambiguous, but in fact is the language of truth because in this way is not relativized but expressed in all its glory.
There is a tale I found that seems appropriate to shed a little more light on everything commented, it was in Spanish and I have transalted it so please apologies for the possible errors...
sufi tale said:On the plains of Mesopotamia lived a beautiful princess, the sole heir of the Bizdari sultanate.
Her name was Zoraida, She was smart and skillful; carefully educated by his father, the late sultan, who mastered various arts and skills which made his palace a major center of civilization where flocked scientists and artists , astrologers and wizards, masters in various disciplines.
The vizier who ruled on behalf of Zoraida, the sultana, he insisted to choose a husband suitable to their rank and value, but She was in love with Rashid, the dervish.
Concerned with the reputation for good musician and dancer of the man called him to the palace to get up close, and since that time She has been fascinated by the intelligence and the light emanating from his eyes transparent goodness and nobility of his heart.
From that day visits were frequent because Zoraida was interested in the teachings and wisdom of Rashid.
After a while the dervish disappeared from the city without saying a word, Zoraida sent to seek him throughout the territory.
Not found anywhere.The girl lost the desire to eat and joy. A gloomy veil seemed darken his face and the shine of his eyes.
In their rooms, alone, crying and called in a low voice to the beloved and disappeared Rashid, until one night, Almost at dawn, when she conciliate the sleep, he appeared.
"Where are you? Zoraida-asked- I have commanded to find you and have not found."
"I am and I'm not, my lady."
What do you mean?
"That I am visible when the desires are asleep, and I am invisible when the desires are awake. This falcon my sultana, can not stand anything more than in the arms of his Lord, and you want to put in a cage, that is why it lifted the flight and returned to his rest and protection"
"Who will instruct me in the rhythms of the blessed circle ?"
"Your heart, oh my queen, has the key of the dance. Let it fly and you will dance with the cosmos. If you manage to dance in this sacred freedom, you will always be with me, but if you try to use dance as an excuse to hold me near you, you will not learn to dance and will never see me with you. "
"How to learn if you don't teach me?"
You don't want my teaching, You are Looking for the shell, not the food of the fruit and the shell is very poor.
You will stay hungry and will not learn to dance because you will be tied to me, and the dance requires freedom of movement that the chains of attachment do not allow.
Moreover, the weight of my shadow on your heart will not let you fly in the stream of the music of the soul.
Zoraida awoke at that moment. She Had comprehend
I don't no other way of expressing better what I see here. Does it make sense for you?