 Rebirth
I am now a son of Nature, a brother of
trees and flowers, a friend of sky and seas
By Morteza Mirbaghian
January 7, 2004
iranian.com
It is early Saturday morning. The city, already
tired from last night's debauchery, still drowns in the deep sea
of sleep. Silence rules the entire city. Only the ear-caressing
murmur
of the nearby sea, which calls me like a magnet to its most beautiful
breast, is audible. I abandon my bed and gaily run to her open
arms. Everything looks insuperably beautiful. It seems that, at
the furthest point, the serene sky and the beautiful sea are making
love, away from the eyes of foreigners. Thanks to the golden rays
of the awakening sun, everything shines. The fresh air is full
of life. The energy of eternal life can be felt in everything.
The miracle of nature presents itself most eloquently.
Each and every thing call me to unity with Mother
Nature and the Universe. So I take off everything which is not
an essential part
of me. Completely naked I start running and jumping along the
edge of the sea. I yield myself to its warm breast. Motherlike
water
surrounds me, caresses me, kisses me, and carries me away from
the shore. Light, as if a bird-feather, I float on her softest
breast. I feel pleasantly comfortable, thanks to the warm kisses
of the sun and tender caresses of the agreeable water. Like a
cloud in the sky and a baby in its cradle, I felt myself floating
on
the vast body of the sea. Little by little I completely forgot
everything; daily life and its worries.
However, I feel full contentment is missing
in my heart. In spite of my union with the sea, still something
is lacking.
Still
I am not completely connected to Mother Nature. Yes, something
is missing, or possibly some kind of barrier exists, a barrier
which impedes the flow between nature and me. More
and more I fall deeper into my meditation...
Aha! My skin is the barrier. Yes, I must, like a
snake, remove the old skin in order to become connected with nature
by means
of a new, fresh, and ultra clean skin. Or possibly I can
be reborn, like a little bird, breaking the shell of the little
egg,
the world which surrounds it. Yes, with a sensation, I discover
the solution to the puzzle: I must be reborn. I must break the
shell
which
holds me, my spirit, my heart and my mind in the wall-less
prison of my many
thoughts and creates an invisible but thick
bar between myself and the limitless Universe.
But, how can I do that? How can I be born again?
How must I renew myself? I mulled it over and over. Aha! I must
remove the
clothes
of my spirit, the veils and masks which create a sturdy
wall between
me and Nature. Yes, there are masks which alienate me from
myself! I was not born with them, but immediately afterward,
in order
to
become educated, in order to become a civilized person,
they covered my spirit with thick veils of
social norms,
superstitious beliefs and dogmas.
Yes, all kinds of masks were put onto
my face, from the first
moment of my birth,
by my fathers, their fathers, and the world. One
after the other, the masks allowed me to live
hypocritically in accordance
with
the values
and customs of my surroundings. All of them alienated
me more and
more from myself and from Mother Nature.
Here is the reason,
why a full connection between She and I is lacking.
So I close my eyes and mentally remove all the masks,
one after the other. I cross out everything which
history, the world
and my environment installed into the hardware of my
mind.
While
the removal continues, I feel more and more
space is liberated
in my overcharged mind.
I feel myself lighter
and lighter
and able
to fly, like a free bird. All superstitions installed
in me for thousands
of years -- moral codes, religion
and culture - are already
gone. My mind is
now completely fresh, free, and vast as nature itself!
Let me be careful that ruinous thought viruses
no longer penetrate my mind, overburden it,
paralyze its functioning,
and turns off Mother Nature's connection with
me.
Let me carefully admit only thoughts which give
my spirit wings, so that I will be able to fly
to the
heart of
heaven, in order
to unite with the limitless universe. My body
is now fully vigorous, like a little bird playing
in the sky,
or a little
fish gaily
rolling in the stream. Deep peace rules me and
everything around me. I
have a complete connection with Nature and the Universe.
Now I am no longer alienated from that little
fish, which swims dancingly. I understand it,
as brother
understands
brother.
I feel myself on the wings of a bird flying
in the sunny sky, and the same in the fearful heart
of a
little bird
with a broken
wing
in the rain. I feel myself in the stem of a
flower dancing in the arms of an early morning breeze. I exist
in everything, and
everything
is in me. I freely flow through everything,
and everything flows through me. Peace flows in my
veins.
Oh, how
unique an experience!
The river of sun flows in me. Flowers of
unconditional love and peace are blooming in the garden of
my heart. I feel
unconditional love for everything and everybody.
People, animals,
trees,
water... Everything which lives in the
gentle arms of nature, is an object of my boundless
and unconditional
love. I
want peace for everybody and everything,
because Mother
Nature's love and peace
passes through me, and I - according
to the law
of nature - have neither the capability
nor the right tie it
only to
me.
Together with shattering of the shells
of my ego, the black veils which
blind
the
eyes of
my heart are
torn apart
and the masks
fall apart from my alienation and hypocrisy
with myself and the world. Now I fully
love life,
because I feel
myself a
small part
of nature and eternal life. Although
a little, very little part, however a part
of everything
and also
of God.
I
no longer feel
myself as a social machine, nor a deathly
object, nor a powerless subject of
superstitions. I am indeed part of every living
thing, of God; the Universe.
From the skirt of Mother Nature, with
the warm greetings of the rising
sun, beautiful
love
songs of birds,
gay dances of
the
flowers, a welcome of tree leaves,
together with the birth of springtime -- the day I was
reborn.
Oh early
morning zephyr... my caress-inclined flying beloved,
on the
way spread the word to all and
everything across
high mountain
ranges and beautiful valleys, vast
deserts and oceans. Oh running creeks...
murmur gaily into earth's ear that I
am now a
son of
Nature, a brother
of trees
and flowers,
a friend
of
sky and seas, a companion of
the stars, a
loving playmate of the pigeons
and sparrows. Yes,
tell the world
I have
just been
reborn!
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