Life in Love: A Stag's Sanctuary

Life in Love: A Stag's Sanctuary:

This day I am lost.  Lost in a paved parking lot that stretches out mercilessly as far as the eye can see.  The moon above shows wisdom that is so subtle yet so True, refining a bombardment of sunlight to a gentle sheen.  Having only a loving message of 1 Truth, minus the one thousand lies of a hectic life, Maya.  Confused and distressed, wishing desperately for the false sense of security promised to me by the sun, I came to a high black fence enclosing, perhaps 500 feet by 300 feet of thick old growth forest was within.  All this amid a paved parking lot unfolding continuously in all direction as far as the eye can see.

  Within this enclosure a deer, a wise and keen stag, drinks from a river amid a luscious green forest.  Being of divine source, the river appears to feed from a cosmic void.  It flows to the edge of the enclosure, to the fence, there by it morphs into yet more pavement like magma morphs into rock.  I was in a hurry and did not see the stag's sanctuary.  With eyes filled with deep love and compassion, like jade, the stag rose his head to call out to me in the night.  I looked towards him, everything within the enclosure seems to glow from a light whose only source is from within the very substance of the sanctum.  The moss, the grass, the river, and even the stag glow brightly and iridescently.  I walk to the fence, a mighty fence with no gate, stretching 108 feet in altitude.

 Coming up against the gate, he composes himself with his full stature, in natural pose his antlers top him off at 27 feet.  He says to me, "Be like a jasmine flower in a river always flowing with the current but never against.  Striving backwards, towards the formless, to create from anew is impossible and it only generates fear and suffering, the source of all negativity.  It is our plight in our time allotted to be but a humble part of the rivers evolution towards Truth, to think otherwise is to deceive ourselves."  He smiled in a way that only a creature of true purity can smile, a smile without form.  He continued, "Now, my son you are in a dream, awaken from this dream and I ask only that you tell people of my story, you can do this through speech, but your actions are far more powerful.  In a field of sunflowers be the Lotus whom never yields to illusion, in daytime it blossoms effortlessly and at nighttime it surrenders life just as easily.  I give you my power and guidance."