One day you will awake

One day you will awake, and your former world will die for you forever. It will thaw in beams of the morning sun of new day, it will disappear like night autumn fog, it will evaporate as former tears on someone's face dry up. It will be no more - as if it has never been before.

At first, you will not feel it, you will not realize, what has changed inside you... what was so yesterday - and today became differently. But the old habitual world of yours will be no more, ever.

Something will change inside you, something so imperceptible and hidden... sleeping... in you before. Something will turn in you, at last, something so ancient as Universe itself. Something will finally manage to come to light - and you will not recognize this new world.

You will come to a window, open it and look out... you will see that rising sun which has decorated heavens... will realize how the fresh wind hammered into an open window sways your hair and tickles your face... will feel a moisture on your skin, brought by it from unknown lands... will hear, how amusingly beeping those cars of people, traveling to work, on the ground... will see, how these funny men run below, always trying to not be late somewhere... will notice, how some bird rushed through the skies just before your new window to this world... and will be so surprised, how did you not notice all of this earlier.

You will not understand at first. Since these times it would be your insoluble question - how was it possible not to feel, not to realize all this earlier... how was it possible to live almost blindly.

You just will not realize it. You will not realize, for what unknown purpose have you lived differently before, why that gamma of feelings pouring through your heart now, - why was it inaccessible to you earlier and wonderfully became accessible now... just stretch your hand.

This will become an eternal riddle of your life, which you will not want to solve - for it will not be necessary henceforth. For in these very moments your old world will be no more.

You will be unable to tell, where has this feeling of greatest respect to the world, in which you have the luck to live, and all things living, come from. You will not know where have all your constant anxieties suddenly vanished and where has your grief gone.

Where has your desire to struggle for your personal sort of justice disappeared and from where the feeling of absolute internal tranquility and acceptance of everything that occurs has come from?

Where has the feeling of own greatness has vanished and why it has been suddenly washed off by the arisen ocean of love to another?

Why don't you want to continue proving something to someone, argue with somebody, to put clever and silly arguments pro's and con's, and instead you are ready to simply look at these disputes between others and to smile to their childishness?

How, why, what for your interests, that had been so important previously, were somehow forgotten and faded, as though they never existed... for what reason did a single feeling replaced them - to always see this world as beautiful, as you see it now?

Why did other adult and serious people suddenly began to seem to you like small children, battling in own created sandboxes with each other - and sometimes even so funny and diligently throwing handfuls of sand at each other... and sometimes even wiping the face, full of tears, with their small lovely palms?

Where has all your former anger gone and why do you now greet and shake hands of your former immemorial enemies - and your soul exults, seeing, how their faces are changed when you affably smile to them and stretch your hand...?

Why do you now approach the bed where your beloved one still sleeps, what for do you sit down on the edge near him, why do you bow to him and kiss, and then lean your head to his own... where has this tenderness, overflowing you, come from?

What for, what for do you need all this? Where has your old world gone?

An instant fear will pierce you. You will be frightened by what has occurred to you. You will not know how to live on with this new feeling of yours. You will passionately want to return back, to life so habitual for you - so reasonable and logical. The mind will keep saying that you have not had time to do so many things - have not had time to build the house, to make your career, to do this, to do that, - and if you will accept your new world, you cannot do it anymore... simply will not see the point. And you will want to listen to him to strongly, for he has aided you in this life for so many times already - and you will almost make it...

But then you would suddenly remember as the sun shined on you - surprisingly beautiful for all these years, how wind pulled out your hair, how you felt an autumn moisture on your lips, how you saw a flying deciduous round dance, and how love to the world overflowed you... and you will throw away these impudent attempts of mind to spoil this beauty - for you will not want to lose it anymore.

There will be many years after - but they all will be different.

Your sleepy life will come to an end - and will not be repeated anymore. You will at last manage to see this world such what it always was for those who saw - and what it became for you from now on.

Both rising and falling, both success and failure, both joy and grief will happen as usual - but all of them will be different. They all will become a reflection of the wonderful new world, to which you have once - in that memorable day - come, and in which you are living now.

Just... just because something, that has been sleeping in you for so long, will once come to light. Just because one day you will awake...

08.03.2006