Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
"You are not who you think you are," she keeps whispering with such conviction, while staring at the sky.
Her face looking grim and you hear her laughing gently. "Very little did I know of what appears to me now," she whispers yet again.
It's her journal we will be reading today:
Dated to eternity, entitled 'I am not a person'
She writes:
I feel like the sky now, I was nothing but a cloud amongst many around me, created by my own understandings, gathered, collected in forms of various shapes - reflecting nothing, but only me in many divisions of my own ideas, interpretations. How can clouds be bonded when they carry so many different forms?
Look at the sky, look at it from anywhere, it's ONE, with no separation of any form visible, it's formless and colourless. Any colour that appears in it is the colour of the ocean reflecting on the formless, wide spread screen of the clear sky.
Was I born clear of all ideas - clouds, given to me by others in my environment?
I know now, what I've been feeling all these years, like an open free sky, suffocated deep beneath the layers of various clouds, forms, personas and masks.
All the suffocation, all the frustration, all the depression was of my presence trapped in a cage.
Look, look at the clear sky - it spreads everything so freely with reflections of the sun, the moon, the ocean, the air. Anything that it interacts with reflects its true nature.
Have you ever felt the air moving so clearly, so playful, when the sky is clear? And, when there are clouds layered over it, it's damp and quiet. Forms, absorb in them, hold on and choke the free movement of the air.
Symbolically, this air is my presence, my energy, my essence. It is in the essence of our true nature, which is hidden deep beneath the person shielded by various masks, where we can experience everything with a sheer joy of life - moving, interacting so freely with every particle of this universe.
That essence is very childlike, playful ... it rejoices life.
