...the less worth i have...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

TO THE ONE WHO TRAVERSE THE COSMIC ABYSS

Day of the Diminutive,
9th dawn of the Festival of Purifications,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

Sitting on the brim of his Cave of Adumbration’s mouth, the Demon thoughts traverse trough the empty and black space of the cosmic abyss, to a time he dares not forgets...

Twas’ the time when blood still runs trough the Demon’s veins. He use to enjoy being in kitchen of the Regents’ castle. Back then, former Lady of the House, the Grand Regent is still amongst the living. The Demon has always loved her company, her wicked dishes, and her wise jokes. All is but a memory for him now.

During the times that the Demon spent with the Grand Regent, she always made it a point that the Demon does the loads of dishes in the sink. Among all of the things that the Demon loves about her, this is the one that he abhors the most.

Demon : Gramps, why must I do all these dishes? It is all dirty and wet, I hate it! Why don’t you ask the Princess Eye-lights or Princess Soft-light to do them? They would be married one day and would this not be a good practice for them? I am a man, men do not do this.

Grand Regent : Oh really? Tell me my little prince, what does a man do then?

Demon : A man should be learning how to fence and fight, how to rule and how to school. Those sort of things.

Grand Regent : Good point, dumb but still good point.

Demon : Dumb? Why?

(This is the point where the Demon is humbled)

Grand Regent : Dumb, because my sweet young prince, you see things like most men see things, dumb, because my sweet young prince, you wish to be like most men want to be, MEN. There are great lessons to be learned here in this dirty place, lessons that most men should learn before a man would yield a sword to fight or wear a crown to rule.

The Grand Regent then raises and walks to the Demon. She took the rag that the Demon used to wash the dishes.

Grand Regent : Look at this rag, what do you see little prince?

Demon : Nothing, it is just an old dirty rag with no use except to wipe all the oils and leftovers on these dirty dishes.

Grand Regent : Do you know, sweet child, that the rag was once a beautiful cloth? A cloth made for kings and queens. As time passes by, it worn out, its color faded and the beauty that it once has is no more. There are three lessons that you, my sweet little prince could learn.

The Grand Regent tells the arrogant Demon of the lessons of the rag.

Lesson one.

We are all made beautiful by the One True Master. We are all born like white linens. Like the weavers of wools, our parents paint the design that is the base of our existence. Some might have the colors of rainbows, and some might not. Like the traders and the thieves of the silk road, our parents might wore us with such pride or might trade us with such treachery, all depends on the trade of our bearers. But then, a cloth is cloth, beautiful yet ugly. Beautiful for the colors that defines the cloth, ugly as it has neither will nor thoughts of its own. The cloth lets other decide its fate; it has no faith in whatever form, unlike us, the living ones. A cloth turns into a rag because of this, but, we would never be a rag as the One True Master has given us the brains so that we could choose our path.

Lesson Two.

All of us are children and parents. It is the trick that time has; none of us would ever be able to deny this. As a child, we are no different than the white linen, so beautiful and so sweet. As a parent, we are no different than the master weavers who put the design on the cloth. As time change, the cloth is complete and ready to be sold. The opinion of the cloth would be the opinion of the buyers of the cloth. The cloth is either deemed to be good or bad, based on the judgments of the buyers. If it is good, all praise goes to the master weavers and vice versa. But, that is just it. When the cloths were made into robes of grandeur, or even the cloaks of thieves, the cloth would always deny the hands that wove it into existence. Just like us the living ones.

We blame our parents for the bad things that happen to us. Rarely we praise them for the good ones; hence putting logic to the above analogy. We usually forget that we have the imprints of our parents; be it bad or good. As we mature, should we continue to blame them for the black clouds of our life? Or could we not use the gift of mind that the One True Master has given us to ensure that the path forwards be filled with beautiful blooms; even if the soil that the blooms sprouts are ridden with dung of beasts of burden? “Remember, sweet little prince, from the compose of decaying beings does strong roots comes, and beautiful blooms blooms.” Says the Grand Regent.

Lesson Three.

A beautiful rag won’t always be beautiful. Just like the rags that we use to wipe out the spills on the floor or the leftovers on the dish, once beautiful and adored; now rendered into an existence wee bit above thrash. One must always remember that nothing in this world would last forever. A child would grow old, strength would diminish, looks would sag, and wealth would be gone. Therefore, it is important that we be humble and grateful to the blessings that we have in life even if it is the size of a grain.

Look unto others with grace and passion and love and compassions as we would never know when we would need others to look at us with grace and passion and love and compassions. A rag might lost it’s be beauty, but not its use. As long as there still be breathe in our chest, live life.

Sitting on the brim of his Cave of Adumbration’s mouth, the Demon thoughts traverse trough the empty and black space of the cosmic abyss, to a time he dares not forgets, to the lessons that made him what he is.

CLOTH

A cloth is cloth,
beauty with no worth,
if it shade not lust worth,
if it flows shamelessly to the winds of north,
if it sagged willingly to tunes of Goth.

A cloth is a cloth,
beauty with great worth,
if worn with mind broth,
if worn to give warmth,
if worn to guide couth.

A cloth is a cloth,
worth only to the body clothed.