Fine line

Sometimes I have a fertile thought, impatient to gush forth. I feel I cannot wait to give birth to it. However, sometimes I block the thought, I distract myself with trivialities and neighbors. Then I grope for the idea again. Where is it? Where is the vigor? Have I lost it? I take a break. I indulge myself with life. Then when the scales are balanced again, I approach it with sobriety. The thought appears many in number. And to my great surprise, the treasured thoughts have become richer, more powerful, more cognizant of themselves. They are no neophytes anymore! They want to come out and take form, but with poise and dignity. Their dances are more rhythmic, even though they are just as fertile as before. They work with me, they do not torture me to let them out. And when they arrive, they drop like pearls! They are the metaphors of my life!
But behold! If I hold these thoughts back, and let them pass through me untapped, they turn out to be old-naggers. They whine that the world has no place for them, and that they are too good for this world. They demand an eye at the back of their heads so that they do not have to squint too much into their past. They become nostalgic pirates!

Yes, thoughts too have their childhood, youth, and their old-age. But a thought can have only ONE of these in its lifetime, not all three of them. It's a fine line.

Moral?

Go under!

What is left now for you to do, except to follow the tunes of that inner jingle which makes you the solitary? Why emerge into the surface before that ceremony is completed? Are you too curious? Or are you too scared that time will fly by without you? Is that even possible?

These surface creatures can detect the need of your inner path, and for that their wisdom is beyond their surface. They reject your sneaky appearance -- 'you cannot be one among us, if the timing is wrong!' they say. 'Go under and beneath, and emerge when it is time for you -- we will meet you there, perhaps in a different form than you see us now'. Why do you blame them for not wanting what they do not deserve? Don't you know the moon wants to shine only when there is no sun? Can you blame the moon's modesty? Is it true you are in love with a pompous moon?

What are you afraid of besides the exploding gush of your own heart? Why do you scream "Aaahhh!" when you are the pin prick yourself? Are you a watchman who cannot stop looking at the clock?

Forget about the arrows of time -- only then will you grow!
The world will wait for you -- eagerly for your show!