Having left the tree from where he hung,
the Jester moves carefully through a fallow field,
head still clearing from visions.
The air is cold and wintry, the trees bare.
Before him, he sees, rising with the sun, a skeleton in black armor mounted on a white horse.
He recognizes it as Death.
As it stops before him, he humbly asks: "Have I died?"
He feels, in fact, rather empty and desolate.
And the Grim Reaper answers:
"Yes, in a way. You sacrificed your old world, your old self. Both are gone, dead."
The Jester reflects on that: "How sad."
Grim Reaper acknowledges this with a nod:
"Yes, but it is the only way to be reborn.
A new Sun is rising, and it is, for YOU, a time of great transformation."
As Grim Reaper rides away, the Jester can feel the truth in those words.
He, too, feels like a skeleton, all that he was stripped away.
This, he understands, is how rebirth and all great transformations start,
by stripping things to the bone, and building fresh upon the bare foundations. "
"The flower dies to reveal the fruit, the fruit dies to reveal the seed,
the seed dies to reveal the plant.
The plant grows to make the flower, the flower dies to reveal the fruit ad finium."
Post je objavljen 19.01.2011. u 11:29 sati.