One day and a half ago, a close friend and confidant of mine was introducing me to a friend of his by saying, "Lav is a firestarter, he's someone who runs around starting these fires and people have no choice but to deal with them." This was brilliant, but it caused me to question my methods. Would it be more beneficial to plant seeds, than start fires? Would that be the more sagely approach, rather than imping about like Pan, and leaving people to heal their burns own alone? I smiled, remembering when Hanuman manifested his childlike form onto my Guru, in my temple in Trinidad & Tobago. Hanuman monkeyed along in the body of Guru, mischievously hiding things from the devotees who were scrambling, looking for chandan and saffron to properly honour Him, missing out on His presence. I realized that we all have different forms. One for mama, one for father, one for school, one for work. As much as I'd been trying to have one face for all situations, this multiplicity of personae became apparent. I recalled the Sufi three-doorway method of transferring thoughts into words. 1) Is it true?; 2) Is it kind?; 3) Is it necessary? At times, seeds are more needed than fires, as when the inferno flattens the forest. Ultimately, my interaction with a person is just that: an event shared in-between the blissful or miserable flowing solitude of life. I cannot truly heal the burn, nor can I tend the seed for another, only for myself. My search for my Truth has been burning within me, at times sparks and embers land all around. A fire can only start when its environment is ready. When one's current world is so painfully dry, that tears can no longer quench it, then the blaze begins. |