O! lonely Cypress, from your vantage point atop of this mighty rock that rises like a toe nail of sea, you watch over the world. And, what is it that you have not seen! You have seen the heart of this very rock, where your roots have made their beginnings- Your seed is an essence of infinite emptiness of stone filled with nothing but itself. But, even emptiness is not devoid of time; in fact nothing holds time better than emptiness. And stagnant time, like water- which perhaps is a condensed form of time, stinks; giving away an unbearable stench called loneliness. So, eventually, and inevitably, when this empty rock felt lonely, amidst the pulsating life of sea and shore, and began to long for life, a tear rolled down its stoned face and turned in to a seed, your seed Cypress!
The power of death lies in an instant. In that one moment it is the most powerful. But, except for that one moment, rest of the time is a tool in the hands of life. And life is an indefatigable artist, with delicate hands and intricate fingers and eyes of a lover who can sense longing for him self in the slightest of weariness of beloved and is more than willing to plant the kiss of life. Your lonely existence in the heart of a rock is a proof of that Cypress; and, for the same reason, rest assured that your loneliness is also not everlasting, there is another longing for life hidden somewhere nearby is waiting for that kiss of life. It has to be, for life’s supremacy over death is the ultimate truth of the existence on Earth, and there is no other way of upholding that truth.
And being a child of life’s ultimate yearning for itself has its own reward Cypress. Lonely though you may be- and no doubt it may enhance your pain a thousand time- you in your birth itself have known the desire in its purest form. And, so, you know that at the cores all desires are laced with love, and cores of all love is tainted by desire. So, you affectionately smile on land and sea who are lying side by side in those still nights, hand in hand with fingers interlaced, watching stars with contentment, only occasionally stirred by gentle breeze of playfulness. You have also dance filled with voyeuristic passion, and I don't judge you for that, when sea storms the land, passionate and fiery, and land receives it moaning; and for days together in unremitting wetness they make love. Earth quivering, shaking, embracing the eager and aggressive sea without fear- of love bites, and sea rolling and churning, swelling and falling, as a man making love should. You have also shared, with same joyfulness, the subsequent weary tiredness of ravaged but radiant earth breathing deeply and humming from inside, and placid contentment of sea, who would keep feeling larger than itself for many days to come- for that's the proof that at the core of desire lies love, for it is love’s property to make recipient feel larger than self.
So, despite your endless loneliness, there is at least one way in which you are truly blessed Cypress, for heightened sensitivity to desire, passion, and love are unique gifts of loneliness.
-Pulastya
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