The Old Gate is open

The Sufi guidance says us to speak only after that, if our words went through three gates. At the firs gate we ask ourselves: “Are our words true?” If yes, we allow them go through. At the second gate we ask ourselves: “Are they necessary?” And at the last gate we ask ourselves: “Are they kind?”

This gate is only one it is old and half-open yet, only the proud towers loom over it. Nevertheless, it does not mean that we could not ask ourselves the same way or similarly as in above mentioned guidance. The shadows are becoming shorter and the gate opens a space, about which I have already written here in a contribution named “Oasis of silent and meditation”.

The sun is rising over the horizon and I am entering under the massive portal and between the massive leaves into Svarga. Struck dumb, I am look up at the sky, nothing has changed here. As if time has stopped here. Einstein’s relativity of time?

And if we remember Aristotle, then we find all his elements here. Earth is presented here in a land and in a rock massif, on which Svarga stands. Water is presented here in the sea, which surrounds Svarga. Water gushes form the fountains on the island, storms and falls in a waterfall and fills up a watering place for the small birds. Air is presented everywhere around and fire burns in the torches or only so free on the ground to light our way or to warm us.

The last element, aether, is difficult to handle. This divine substance, which according to Aristotle makes up the heavenly spheres and heavenly bodies, i.e. planets and stars, is virtual for somebody or real for other. Maybe the central tower makes a magic gate, through which eater enters and fills Svarga.

The sun is going down to the horizon and I have to leave slowly this place with that I will certainly come back sometimes.

Eye of the night.

(SLurl: Svarga)