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This is my 1th posting,with no root linked,as how i used,searching for a poem as root,and making a link with it through an after-poem..

This whole cycle of postings in that topic it will be related with a friend from my past,a woman named Kaila,that i cared at her as for a sister...she was considered by me,my bestfriend;this story was adressed to her,but,under some circumstances,i had no possibility into continuing saying her the story,because of some reasons that i do not want to mention them..however,this story,it is dedicated fully to her,and its a remembrance...all what is related in this story and Kaila,it is private and i will not present any other details,because i do not want ..many of the key-words used in prose or in poems of that "story" that i will post it here,are related mostly with her life..

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PROLOGUE

Hmm..one remembers the quote concerning The Mirror:

When u look in the mirror,what u see? You see an You? or,a reflection of an You?

Indeed,one who search for justice,Justice will discover...truth by truth will be justice found in words full of truth,behind...protected by deep meanings,into words...on a surface,hidden truth,on inside,protected truth...for the eyes who have truth,rely truth,in this story,in which the real and un-real are mixed together...one will know by truth to truth,that what is un-real it is also real...one will know through truth,what is truelly real and what is the sense of the un-real,of that...little story...
A story full of truth;a protected truth,in the eyes that see truth,a hidden truth,in the eyes that do not see truth...the imaginary,as un-real,might be real..more real than what defines a pure reality...under the sign of Justice,rely truth,told by ones who searching it always..
The story,indeed,will have this name: "The Story Of A Woman Who Searched Justice"

CHAPTER 1:

"A LAND OF FREEDOM"

Freedom...
Of a kingdom..
A kingdom
Of freedom..

Here,everyone is free
Alike me..
Governed by the Law of Universe
I find myself
And,in reverse,
By itself,
One stay,in night
And is seen a shadow,now
Because the light
Of the Moon
Hides a vow
Of one who,soon
Will tell to another one
That he made that vow
And this way,one discover
In a second,now,
That one had to survive...
To remain alive...
Cos,with a knife,
His heart was cut in pieces
And,what life,
Can one,to have
When the leaches
Called "thoughts"
Behave as knifes?!
And the thoughts suck the blood
Draining the heart
And,what life
One,to have
If thoughts are source of flood?!
And,that was a start..
One considers better
To follow a Law..
Was alike a letter
With an image of a Rainbow...
The colors were seen,now,
In its life...
Painted in black and white
Is another one's life..
So,one will bring to it
The colors of a Rainbow
And,in time,the sorrow
Vanished will be,indeed...
Cos,if the Rainbow,
Brought peace,to one,
Will bring again peace,
To another one..
One who has the need
For peace,
Will find it,indeed...
But,that,in time...
A freedom
Will be found
In that kingdom..
And,one will say it,loud:
"I'm free!!!
I see!!!"
For that one is free
When will be able to see..
When will see beyound
When will hear a sound..
Who will think beyound?!
Who will feel beyound?!
When one feels,can think?!
When one thinks,can feel?!
Indeed,there is a link
When it's melt the steel
For that the heart can judge,
But also,the mind,judge;
The heart,feels,do not think;
The mind,thinks,do not feel;
This is indeed,a link
When one melts the steel..
For that the mind
Alike the steel,
May it be;
And,one will be blind..
If only thinks
And do not feel,
How one,will see?!
Blind will be!!!
For that the heart,indeed,
Melts the steel of mind
But if is no seed
One will be as blind!
If only feel
And do not think
How one to see
What's real?!
If is no link
Between heart and mind,
Indeed,one may end up blind!...
Justice to Justice,
One will find;
Justice throght Justice,
One will find;
For that,even the blind,see..
For that,the blind ones
See it as blind,
But,what blind can be,
When has deep mind?!
They will be the blind ones
For that they see
One who see beyound and call it blind..
A freedom will be found,
By one who see beyound,
A freedom will be found,
By ones who think beyound,
A freedom will be found,
By ones who feel beyound;
This way,each one who see beyound,
Is free..
Then,peace will be found into "A Land Of Freedom"

will be continued the story,in the next chapter;these chapters are already wrote on some papers,because were kept as a remembrance,and i will write them here,in each day,one,untill i finish the story...

[P.S]..Here ends the 1th Chapter,in which was related things concerning me and her,but also,having answers to the questions that she's been looking for,because i was trying to make her happy,cos she coulden't be happy,especially because she was a bit religious girl and therefore she encountered un-justices,because she do not wanned remain in lie as others,avoiding antourages that had tendency to change her personality..i had deep respect for her because she was telling truth always,no matter what might be the circumstances after telling truth..so,yeah,was one of my bestfriends..these are the 2d and the last words from me regarding her life..remains only the key-words to speak,from now one..

CHAPTER 2:

"THE PAINTING OF THE LAND OF FREEDOM"

In a season without importence to be told,in a time without significance to be considered,a land of freedom has been found...
Aspects of creativity arised from the painting that one now watch it,leading thoughts to express themselves,creating ballance,this way,the deep meanings are told,from one,to another...
A little,little story began,this way,in which a painting of fantasy becomes real..the un-real arise to surface,and is born the reality...A painting,full with colors,has been found,by one who is looking now the wall,who,yesterday,was empty and,now,animated by a painting...the colors used by one's creativity,get tendency to what is light,found in yellow...color of yellow,who brings light on the painting who,one day before,was formed from drawings and now,in a present day,it is full of life,through colors...
What can be defined by words,can not compare the reality,when one,who watch the painting say these words:"oh but that is wonderfull"...this way,through words,its described a harmony of colors,from white,to yellow...
Who look at these hills now,will see the rivers..will see the bridge who united pieces of land,apart,because of water...Who will look at the mountains,seen far away,now,will see the sky beyound,but,indeed,through the horizontal line...Who will look at the two people,riding the black horses,now,will see the castle who represents the core of the whole ensemble,and,this way,united all the details of the painting are,mow,found,by one who look at it,and found by another as one who now,describe it..
To be a fantasy,or,a reality?To be a reality,or,something un-real?But,what is real and what is un-real,when one see beyound all?!What differences one may find,also,another one,finds...but,who see beyound,see no differences and,if noticed differences,was for to distinguish them,and now,as one saw beyound,was for to ballance them...
In the left,below,piece of a land found,then,the river split it..but the bridge,united it..ballance arised this way,indeed..a bridge of stone,with the shape as in fairy-tales,then,a land colored in yellow,symbol of Earth...the hills,have their own place,the mountains,have their own place,that is for enchant one's mind,one's desire of knowing...
and the clouds,seen now as ones who bring qualm and peace,through Sky as symbol,indeed,have place into uniting the two plans,physic and psychic..the mountain's peaks are found in Sky,the clouds came down to Earth..and a path of Justice leads to a castle in which two pilgrims have to arrive...the man rides in front,but its black horse has the mouth oriented to the ground(Earth),sign of one who leads but doesn't lead...the woman rides behind,but its black horse has the mounth oriented to the Sky,sign of one who follow but doesn't follow...The man,in shields all over,as a Knight..the woman,in sweet clother of a Lady and,with a long robe,sign of honesty..the image,this way,animated,complete the painting,offering the 3d plan,the spiritual plan...And this way, a ballance has been found,through a painting representing a land of freedom,in which ones who search Justice go to the castle,to find it there,beyound those walls..And Justice they will find,indeed,when they will meet with the 8 childs..for that,they will listen their words which will show Justice to those who search it..this way,the castle is surrounded by a mistery,defined by a question:"who are the 8 childs?"..But,as each mistery is not a mistery anymore,when found what is beyound,as this way,the whole puzzle is showd tothe eyes that seach to solve it...

the story will be continued,into the next chapter...

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While I respect your interest in privacy, I sense a story here that is pleading to be told.

it will be told,lady,indeed,but exactly in the shape that it was written by me on paper,for that woman,and now,i transcribe it on internet,into that topic..
thanks for ur interes concerning it..

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CHAPTER 3

"THE CASTLE"

Monday..
A new week
In which one seek
To find a way
Who leads
To a castle...but indeed,
What needs
Has one's heart
Who,now,bleed?!
Indeed,is a start,
For one
To ask itself
Why now,it's gone?
And,by itself
Remained...
Was restrained?!
And now,again,a day..
Tueadsy..
A new day..
To search for a way
That should lead
To a castle of stone...
One feels the need
To love,
To be loved...
But on the Sky,
Above,
Is seen a question:
Why?
Why the heart,bleed?
Cos,indeed,
One has a need...
Need to think...
Need to feel...
Need to watch the stars
Who now,blink..
But,as a steel
The will of freedom,
Is showd,in a day...
Wednesday..
Look!A new day!
One say a pray
And this way
Starts its day,
Is looking far,far away,
A castle is seen,
A castle of dreams..
But,who needs a peace?!
Another dreams..
But,who needs a ballance?!
And,this way,peace..
Peace found in silence...
And,a new day,
Now,arise..
It's Friday..
And,what size
Can have the pain
Felt by one,who wish to break
That chain?!
On one's neck
A vene shows the pulse
The heart's beat
And the impulse
Of one's heart,
Now,cheat,
The need of life...
The need of freedom..
But,what life,
Can be found
In one who suffer?!
And,what life and what oblivion
Can be found,again,
In one imprisoned by chains
Who search for freedom?!
A LIFE,cos,indeed,
One shows its need...
Its need,to live..
To survive...
And one perceive
One who's alive..
Cos,indeed,
One suffer from love
And its born a need..
Need to look above,
There,on the Sky,
To search for love..
And,watching the Sky,smiles,
Watching the clouds,smiles,
Watching the Earth,with a smile,
See the Castle..and again,smile..
And again,one search..
Found justice,in another day..
A new day..Saturday...
That "yesterday",now,washed away
And one realise,
That now,is showd a smile,
Once with a new day,
This way,survive..
Do u remember when i told you,my friend,
That woman governed by the Law of Sky,
Has to survive?!
Has to smile,fo that..
And the smile,brings love,
The love,shows smile,
This way,women as you,Kaila,survive..
Hour after hour,
With honour...
And,looks at the castle,again,
And again,and again,
And this way,
New day,arised:
Sunday...
Why to forget the past,
When can be remembered?!
It can not be forgotten the past..
But can be healed by present...
Why to run of it,so fast
If only in small steps,
The time is slowed?!
Slowed,in a place where's no time..
There's no time anymore,
But even so,the time,provides lore
And the door,
Its open,more,
Day by day,
Day after day...
The castle is seen..
Exists..
Everyday..
The smile,is seen..
Exists..
Everyday..
From love,arise smile,
From smile,arise love..
Remember these words,my friend,Kaila
And on the Sky,
Hold your eyes,
Search beyound,above..
U will see that falls down,
With love,
A file...
A file in which a drawing
Of a Castle,has been found..
And one who,yesterday,was crying,
Have no tears
In the eyes,
For that now smiles..
Hears a sound..
It is the beat of its own heart
And a whisper,who say:
It is a start,dear friend,to learn to smile,
When you believe and then,u say a pray..

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the story will be continued in the next chapter..

CHAPTER FOUR

"THE PAINTING OF THE CASTLE"

What encharms most,one's eyes?The solid walls of stone?The clouds,who let the impression that the towers of the castle,reach the sky?The orange combined with yellow,mixed in the painting?Indeed,one may find in all these mentioned aspects,an interesting question..and then,ask itself if,somewhere,a castle as this one,exists..but the un-real and real,have a border..when crossed,one may use prudence,for to not fall into a negative side of melancholy...an image of a medieval castle,always may unleash one's creativity,for coming back,in a past,one that will be full of fantasy,but,also,romanticism is found...as princesses existed,existed knights...as existed purple robes,existed shining armours..as existed roses,existed poets,existed books...and this way,the un-real is brought back to life,and becomes real...the books,exists...novels of and about love...the roses,exists..in touching a beautifull flower from a garden,in admiring its petals..the shining armours,exists..in the multitude of suits weared by men...the robes,exists...in the hidden sense of a night-dress of women...the knights and the princesses,exists...and become present in ones that show virtue of justice and virtue of love...the un-real and real,this way,mixed together,are...but the castle,remains..in the old ruins of a present,one brings stones of a castle,to life,for that its mind,returns,in old times..
The castle..place where the past is present and the present becomes past,by one's creativity...What is real?!What is not real?!Indeed,one may use Logic and see a reality,in which the fantasy concept is obvious...one other,may use Abstract and use what is called No-Logic and,this way,one see a reality,in which is fantasy,but not fantasy,and this way,one see beyound..and this way,path to the castle,finds one who see beyound...and other,who do not perceive,only an image,empty,is all what see...only to bring nice comments of a painting,one may find in its mind,based of Logic..but,indeed,each one of the mentioned aspects bring the castle back to life...as a little fairy-tale is told to the childs,as a "nite-nite" kiss of a woman,the romanticism is found,as part of Law of Sky,and,indeed,one finds all..beautifull..but,all,are just..wonderfull..full with colors of life,images turn from orange to yellow and reverse,into a mixing of substances that are connected with Earth..this way,showd principles of physic,linked with psychic...

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the story will be continued in the next chapter..

CHAPTER FIVE

"THE ENTRANCE OF THE TEMPLE"

Near the ancients pillars
Made from stone
The silouette of a monk,is seen;
He is alone..
A sun beam
Between the pillars
Was seen;
The white of the stone
In in contrast,
With one who stands alone..
The monk,indeed,
Is one alone
Who's not alone
By abstract..
He stands unmoved near the pillars of stone..
The time is no time anymore,is gone..
Ones that need to see the 8 childs,
Come to the Temple..
The monk,leads them,
Is their guide,
In the labirynth..
Also,he's the gate-keeper
Of the Temple..
His eyes are brown,but dark..
He is the seeker..
What importance has its age?
He has no age..
There,is no invented time..
Are the lands of Abstract,the other side..
The monk is old,
But still young..
His body,is old
Because of the earthly years..
His soul is strong,
Because of the past's tears..
His heart is young,indeed,
And loves the childs..
And the childs,are loved
And their need,is always:
To love,to be loved..
And they love,
They are loved..
The Temple is their home..
There,inside the castle,
An ancient temple:
The 8 childs are there,
Near thei home..
The monk,is not their father,
It is just a ghost..
A ghost that stays near the pillars of stone,.
There is no time,is somewhere,lost..
And he,is part of that time,nowadays,alive
He was..
Now,iis dead..he is a ghost..
But there,where is no time,
He lives..
He stay and watch the sunrise,
Waits the childs,to go..
To go there,playing hide-and-seek,to laugh,to smile..
"Where are you,child?" he ask them,
"Where u are hiding?Let me know"..he ask them..
The child's garden is somewhere,
There,
Where is that wonderfull place,
In which the sun smile,at sunrise..
The moon smiles at sunset..
There,the horses have arrived,,
The pilgrims came to search for Justice..
The fate,decided..

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the story will be continued in the next chapter...

CHAPTER SIX

"CONVERSATION WITH A MONK"

The Castle and the Temple..one place,hidden is,but not hidden..protected.
The Castle has a role of protection,offered by the walls of stone,alike a fortress built,to defend...
The Temple has a role of hiding something sacred,but its just appearance,its only a surface,because,seen beyound,the Temple,also,protects..protects secrets..and later,secrets will be seen as no-secrets,for that they are just protecting truth..so,is no hidden truth,its protected truth...The ensemble this way formed,image of Protection...
The pilgrims,now are near the Temple's entrance;they see an old monk standing near the columns(pillars) made from stone,reminders of ancient times and providing a spiritual concept..The two pilgrims,related to the images of knight and princess,man and woman,let the black horses free and came near the monk..

[The Man]:"Good day"
[The Woman]:"Good day"
[The Monk]:"Good day to be,then,indeed,my friends..you are welcome here on these lands,forgotten..but,what may bring you two inside this castle,if not the need for Justice?"
[The Man]:"Truth u spoke,old one,
In our time,the justice done,
Is fake..
For my friend's sake,
For that woman,here,with me,
Justice i want to see,
Shared to her,to be,
Cos she's the one that seeks it,
Speaking with me.."
[The Woman]:"Thruth i know to say,indeed;
Others,when i tell it,don't agree..
And,that hurts me..
Where i have to search for that seed?
The seed of justice?
I look around,near me,
Justice,i don't see,
What its gonna happend with that world?
With that world who now,
Hides the truth...and when they go to church,
Instead a vow,
They just pretend to tell it,and if they tell,they lie..
Why? Why so many lies,
People who disguise,
Disrupting their nature?
I am enough mature,
To know what i want..justice!
My heart was broke,long ago,
Because i coulden't keep my friend,
I want forget him,but i just can't let it go..
Can't do it;do not work..i want him back..
I miss him much..but his eyes,now,are dark..
We were only bestfriends,but he is changed,now..
During the time,i falled inloved..of him,
Of my friend,but he is changed,
Do not wants me now..
I was cold with him,somehow,
Cos,i've protected my feelings,
Then,when all was about to finish,
I told him all i felt for him..but,what a pity..
I feel myself so guilty...he is gone,now..
The antourage in which he entered,
Is not good,they do a lot of bad things,now..
He is so changed..
I feel so guilty ..
This friend,here,now,near me,
Was one who told me
That i'm not guilty;
And i believed,somehow..
He is my friend,maybe..
I've lost my trust,in many..
How can i trust in other,now?
But,progresses i make,
I try to smile..
My smile,sometimes,it is one fake..
And i feel not well,
I sometimes wish to die,but i can't,
I want to live..
I want that friend from my past back,
I miss him..but he's changed now..
That's why,my new friend,here,near me,
Told me to smile,to live my life,
To come here,and see,
1th of all,Justice..
He told me u can help me.."
[The Man]:"Truths say that woman,old one! She suffers because do not find Justice..so,i brought her here,with me,in the place where the Justice is found,to meet with the 8 childs...they,indeed,will make her smile..i tried,but,not much things i could do..i am thinking to quit doing that,because this is much over me..she is kept between past and present,and i can not intercome..that's why,i brought her here with me,where the time do not exist,and here,she won't be chased by past anymore..here,indeed,she will be one happy..maybe even will remain here,to play with the little boys..and then,when my task is done,i'll come back in my world,where i was born,because many other roads i must take,untill the journey is about to end,to return here,on these lands.."
[The Monk]:"My friends,the boys are in the Garden's territories..come here,inside,to wait them..As for u,woman,u search Justice,then,Justice u'll find!.."

saying these words,the monk starts walking,slowly by slowly,alike he was counting something..and the pilgrims,following him,are now,inside..

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CHAPTER SEVEN

"INSIDE THE TEMPLE"

The monk entered inside the Temple,and felt sudden that the woman's heart still beats faster,having intense emotions concerning the dark corners of the Temple..and he said:
[The Monk]:"Do not wait outside,
Come with me!
Here in this Temple i was born,but blind..
Look at my eyes--have no color,
But this way it was meant to be,as blind,
To be able to see and for me its an honour...
Honour of truth,
By truth..
Blind i was norn indeed,
But,i will always be,
One who see
Others's need..
Here,in the Temple,i stay
With the little boys,
From time to time,we pray,
They,i bring them the toys..
So,come,don't be afraid,
Come with me;
Inside u will see many things..
Here,the time stops,
The little boys,
Smile with them,they bring..
Here,u will hear
Many things
And,a tear
From your eye
Will flow
When,on the Sky
You'll watch the Rainbow.."

The story goes on,
All three enter inside..
The man and the woman,sudden,noticed somethin:
Only they ,inside,remained,
They notice that the monk,their guide,
Is no more..
Neither the door to outiside,
Neither the light of inside,
Is no more..
The woman asking now
Something alike:
"Where is the monk?"
"Where is the door?"
The man,anwering now:
"Just close your eyes,
And u will see
Who is close to you,
Right near me..
The darkness you see it,
Because u open you eyes,
But here,u just have to close them
To see beyound dark,to see light..
This way,exploring the mind's insight,
U will be here,but not there,
U will be there,but not here,
Where u will be,will be nowhere,
There's nothing lost,nothing won,
There's no space,there is no time..
But you are here.."

[The Woman]:"I hold my eyes open,and,there's darkness,around..
Everything that i see,makes me afraid,
All i see as light in Temple's corners are the candles
But i hear a sound ..
Something gothic..a song about sadness,
About happiness,what i have to listen?"
[The Man]:"But,all u see
Exist,but is not real,
It is just your mind;
Close your eyes and see
The fanstasy is real,
The thoughts came to life,here,
The mind transforms the un-real,
Makes it reality..the time is no time,the door,have no seal.."
[The Woman]:"A piece of a pillar is seen
Here,near me,on the ground..
There's nothing clean,
All its dust,around..
Signs of a past,and what's that sound?
That sound of window,open
Where the wind,blow,
Where the ghosts're coming.
Closer and closer,to the haunting..
From windows,the light,arise,fade,
And their shadows,now,
From dark and light,were made..
And the fear,that feeling of fright,
Disturbs my heart,disturbs my mind,
Makes me always asking: Who's there?
Who is coming now?"

And,a small tear,
Falled down,again,
Born from fear..
And a thought,came like a hurricane,
Sword of mind..
"I will die here!"
Said the woman in her mind..

Sudden,the monk appeared,in her mind..she was crying already,and now,the tears,let behind..she closed her eyes,saw the other side,passed on the lands that do not knewd of their existence in a pure reality..she smiled,remembering how frightened she was one second before..
The monk,opens a door and say them:

[The Monk]:Come inside..the little boys are here!"

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the story will continue in the next chapter..

CHAPTER EIGHT

"THE GARDEN"

The door,now opens..after it,a wonderfull garden,they see..
They enter..slowly by slowly,step by step,and in their sight,a high tree..
It is old,and has roots,deep,in the ground..the tree of life..
In in the fairy-tales that mothers tell to their children,that tree,existed..
But now,as they watch it closely,they see it,as their parents described..
So old,so hight..the tree from their dreams,now,in their front,alive...
Its big trunk,its long branches,witness of times,witness of wars and sadness,
Was standing now,with its roots,steady,in the ground,and the monk,now,coming to it,embraced it,and said,with kindness:

[The Monk]:"Oh,my friend,you offered me,always,that life that others do not have it,
U showd me how to remain steady,with honour,during the wars,against time,
And me,simple man,blind from its birth,i see now lore that u provided,
I always was your student,and you,taught me everything you knewd,my friend,staying by my side..
Do you remember the days when we watched the humans killing each other in wars?
Do u remember how u taught me,tree of life,to unlock doors?
I surelly remember you speaking to me,as i watched your leafs when the wind was blowing faster,hearing the echoes of them,understanding their language,
I surelly remember how hard was for me,to hold my breath,when in un-justices made by others,u protected me,of the damage..
The damage of corruption who take control over the rules of living,
The aspects and behaviours of some others who live their life,forgivving,
The same days of past found in a beat of a second,all these,now,told..
Therefore those words said by you,to me,tree of life,who now,old,
Look from above to me,and with your branches,cover me,
Parts of a present are all,but ur words,are true..and i,a blind one,now,i see..."

[The Woman]:"You can talk with the tree?Is that possible?"
[The Monk]:"You can talk with me..how's that possible?"..and he was smiling..
[The Man]:"Come here,near the tree,woman,to see the impossible,
That impossible that u know it,from our world,its wonderfull,
Just come here,with me,near the tree,
Close your eyes,listen your heart beat..
Once with it,try to hear..
When the wind blows,the leafs have an echo..
The tree of life,is speaking..
Come on,come here..what you are waiting for?
The stir of the wind between leafs,will encharm your mind..
Now,perhapse i'm crazy--you are thinking,
But hey,come here,have a look,stay here,by my side,
Come on,come here,what you are waiting for?"

The woman came,near the tree of life,slowly..
She is happy now,the fairy-tales came true,
Here,in this world,everything its different,there is no time..strange,oddly;
"No,there's so good to be true",
Said the woman,in her mind..she opens the eyes..
In front of her,a beautifull garden..ALIVE
The same puple roses,now,told her the "nite-nite" stories,
Of those who were sad,and then,were happy,coming back to life..
Awsome flowers,alike in the spring
Who now,brings the eastern wind,
The same snowdrop flowers that she knew,are in that garden,speaking..
"How wonderfull it is" said the woman,smiling...

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CHAPTER NINE

"THE BOOK OF LORE"

The woman remains near the stree of life,who now,lets the wind to blow,its leafs to speak..
The ancient time with its myths,the modern age's wheels and engines,the humans's science and all they seek,
The aspects of the life,the stirs of a crowd who made a revolution,a human's side,now,weak,
Weak...so weak..and the sigh of the elder ones,melancholy's times,set on the building of soul,through another brick,
The same architect of mind,the same scheduled thoughts set on number's patterns,the same changing cycle,
The same space,the same aurola Borealis seen on the ice lands,the same penguins,
The same muse that have the poets,the same stars,above,with their charming twinkle,
The same lands in which the yellow dunes,show mirages for the thirsted ones,the beduins,
All these,the whispers of the leafs,revealed by wind who blow,softly,
The little birds,chasing themselves,in a "catch-me" game,
All these,indeed,was found in a reality,in another space and time,another dimension,burried,deeply..
Deeply,like the roots of the tree of life,in the ground,the same tree that u imagine yourself now,reading my words..your tree,looks different than the described one,but,it's the same..

The woman,asked the tree many things,concerning life's teachings..and then,the tree,called the monk near,and then,after a while,the monk,said:

[The Monk]:"The tree of life can not tell you everything,for that are some things that should never be told...each mistery is not quite a mistery,but better be considered this way,than through knowledge,to be something discovered or invented,because,you see,sometimes,is more better when you do not know too many.."
[The Woman]:"But,i wish more to know,because it will be usefull for me,those informations.."
[The Monk]:"Oh,the humans need for knowing..so eager is the mind of some,into knowing what is beyound myths and misteries.."

and the monk,put his right hand inside his dark-blue robe,and near the chest area searched something..and when was found,the object was revealed to the light..in his hands,a small book...so tiny..in the middle,on its cover,surrounded by diamonds,was a dragon of jade..the most rare jade ever,pink in the middle,green on the rest of the structure,except the edges,black..and the monk,said:

[The Monk]:"This is the ancient Book of Lore..it is the book that was kept inside the tree of life,along times,that was revealed to light,and the keeper of it took the name of The Gate Keeper,who is the Spirit of the Red Dragon..that book,was brought here,in that dimension,and can not leave this lands,it is sealed to remain here,forever...it was trusted to me,to hold it;the tree of life,told me that one have just to close its eyes,and then,to open it,and then one who seeks for an answer,will find it in one of the book's teachings...do u wanna know many things,i've seen..then,woman,my friend,take the book and open it.."
[The Woman]:"Hmm..long history have that book..i really have to know..."
,,,and saying these,she took the Book of Lore in her hands,and,closed her eyes,opening it...

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CHAPTER TEN

"FRAGMENT FROM THE BOOK OF LORE"

[The Woman]:"I see a fragment here,in the book of lore,
It is underlined,but,in another language,
How i'm gonna read it?How i'll understand its core?
Old man,show me the path,read me the fragment,u know that language,cos u are sage"
[The Monk]:"You have wish to know,
I have wish to show you;
This way,u'll reach to understand,ur mind,like a star,will glow,
And,now,reading from the Book of Lore,i tell you:

"Who is the most wise"

"Once upon a time,was a savant who wanned to know who is the most wise between the two great sages of that time,represented by the Pilgrim of the eastern lands and the Pilgrim of the western lands...and the savant conceived a plan for finding who is the most wise between them...but,indeed,his plan failed..but,nothing's lost,cos,untill the end,he found answer into his question...
The plan of the savant was to make the sages to test themselves and,through that "competition",he to know who is the most wise...And,the story tells that the savant,went to the east,where the pilgrim of the eastern lands,was found...
[The Savant]:"Good day!Are you the sage of the eastern lands?!"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Have a good day,too,my brother..But,why you think that i might be a sage?"
[The Savant]:"Because the people call you this way"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Indeed,may them say many things...but,all of us,could say many things.."
[The Savant]:"Aren't you that one who travels always on the eastern lands?"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"But,all of us,travel on these lands of East.."
[The Savant]:"But people say that you are that sage that i search for it.."
[The Pilgrim of East]:"But,as one who finds in me a sage,is sage,as you find in me a sage,then,all of us,are sage"
[The Savant]:"But,aren't you the sage of East and have a brother who is the sage of West?"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"But,as the East is brother of West,as the West is brother of East,all we are brothers,from West to East,from East to West.."
[The Savant]:"But,please,tell me if you are called "The Pilgrim of East"..."
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Indeed,as i am called this way,means that i am that one that u search it...Then,why you wish testing me,with your clever mind,my brother,instead to just tell me your problem and to help you,this way?"
[The Savant]:"Indeed,as one who test you,i am,,please excuse me,but i really wanna know "who is the most wise between you and your brother,the Pilgrim of West?"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Truth you told,but another truth,i tell you..if u wish to know,then,come with me.."

And the story goes on,the savant and the pilgrim reaching the western lands,where they met with the Pilgrim of West...

[The Pilgrim of East]:"Blessed you to be,by God,my brother!"
[The Pilgrim of West]:"You be blessed too,my brother!Many years passed and our body is now old,but,moments,seconds,for our heart,were,and young as always young are ones who love;we both are old,but young;yesterday,you have left,and now,today,you came back!"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Truth you said,my brother,cos indeed,one wished to remain on Eastern Lands and other,on Western Lands..for that even so,distance is no distance and brothers into mind and heart as we are,you're present,in East,i'm present in West..The reason of my visit is destiny's choice to see my brother in person and then,to show to one who was lead by destinty in setting this meeting and see you,the answers that he looks for,as he wants to know who is the most wise between us.." ,,,said the pilgrim of East,smiling...
[The Pilgrim of West]:"I also wanned to see you in person,and God's Will was this way,as you to be now here,in person,talking with me,of old times,my brother...As for you,one who are savant,u are our friend,and we would like helping you to find answers to your question...me and my brother,will talk many things,and u will surelly know,from our discussions,who is the most wise..." ,,,said the pilgrim of West,laughing...
[The Savant]:"But,i won't get a word,from your manner of speaking..for that my mind is based upon Logic,and your minds are based on Abstract,defined by No-Logic..and,this way,i can't find out answer in my question...So,can you reveal me,not through words,but by facts,gestures,who is the most wise?!"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Then,let's go to the East!!!"

...And,this way,they went to East;then,they came back to West;in the left side,stand the pilgrim of East,in the middle,the savant,and in the right side,the pilgrim of West...And they traveled from East to West,from West to East,for three days time...The poor savant,was more tired than ever,his feet,bleeding of wounds,because of so much walking without rest,water and food..and in his mind,always he said something as "Maybe this way,they test themselves,and who can't walk anymore and falls down,is the weakest one hehehe,i have to keep the rhytm with them,for to see who falls down first and then,i will surelly know who is the most wise between them"...After three days and nights of travelling,the pilgrim of East,say to the savant:

[The Pilgrim of East]:"Now,u know who is the most wise?"
[The Savant]:"Everything you did,the other one,did the same and,no differences i saw..so,i coulden't notice who is the most wise..may you two show me another way,and i to figure who is the most wise?"
[The Pilgrim of East]:"Since my way was not usefull for you,my brother will show you,through another way,who is the most wise"
[The Pilgrim of West]:"I'm glad that i was tasked to show you,so,let's go to West!" ,,,said the pilgrim smiling...

...And,the story goes on,this way..and all went to the Western Lands,and,reaching those areas,came to the sea,entered in the water...and the savant was in the middle,the pilgrim of East was in the right side,and the pilgrim of West,in the left side...and in the water they stand,for three days and nights..both pilgrims did that: they took water in their palms held like a cup,and then let the water from their hands to flow back in the sea..and so on,doing the same procedure..in this time,the savant started saying in his mind: "eh,they measure the water and who counts more,during this time,its the most wise"...and the savant started to count how many times the pilgrims take water,to be sure that will be a correct counting..but,after a whole day counting ,the savant rennounced,for that he noticed that they do the same gesture in the same time,so ,he was thinking that if one will make a wrong gesture,is the one who will be considered the weak one..but,even so,the mind of the savant was troubled,because now,he was almost waisted of watching them closely to see their movement..
After three days and nights,the pilgrim of West,said to the savant:

[The Pilgrim of West]:"Now you understand who is the most wise?"
[The Savant]:"Oh,i still coulden't get it;all you do,its the same!and no differences!!! so,if u two will show me again a way,i will be glad..but this time,you to do something different,and i am sure that i will notice this way who is the most wise..Can you two do that,please?"

The pilgrims,after a while of thinking,said both,to the savant:

[The Pilgrim of East][The Pilgrim of West]:"Come with us,to understand who is the most wise!"

...And,the story goes on,as this way:the pilgrims took a rope,split it in two equal pieces..then,they took two leafs from a tree and then they attached each leaf to each piece of rope..and now,the pilgrim of East was walking and holding in his hands the rope and this way,the leaf was on the ground,alike a little dog held in a leashe..the pilgrim of West held the leaf in his hands and the rope let it free on the ground..and this way,they both were doing something different,but the same,in the same time..alike the savant wanned...they walked this way,for three days and three nights,from East to West and from West to East,and changing their places,as from five in five minutes,changing the left side with the right side,around the savant,and changing also the manner of holding the rope and the leaf..this way they did,alike in a childish game,all the way over they went,and the savant,was very dissapointed this time..so dissapointed that he was even crying that he can't figure out who is the wisest from the pilgrims..and in the third day,the savant,understod,and said:

[The Savant]:"Stop!That's enough!Now,i get it!"
[The Pilgrim of East][The Pilgrim of West]:"Who is the most wise,between us?"
[The Savant]:"Both of you are equal..so,there's no one more wise than other..despite all the differences,is seen the equality"

and,the pilgrims,said:

[The Pilgrim of East][The Pilgrim of West]:"As one who saw beyound all differences,and,this way,discovering the concept of equality,you,one that was savant,you became now one who's wise...for that,one who disover into other that is wise,is also wise,because through the virtue's way,it found equality..but,may in this world be sages among sages,but even so,what we all have,is just a small,small drop,from that seed called Wisdom..and,only our Creator is The True Beholder of it..in us,just small,small,tiny fragments..

[The Monk]:"Now,woman,do u found answers into your questions?Do not tell them to me,keep them for you,as you are that one who was searching them,in the Book of Lore.."
[The Woman]:"Thank you,old one..i can say that i've learnt something.."
[The Monk]:"No,u already had that knowledge..the Book of Lore,just showd you,like a mirror,the questions and the answers,that were in your mind.."
[The Woman]:"Thank you..but,when the little boys are coming?"
[The Monk]:"Soon.. very soon..just wait .."

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