I sat alone on the grass beside a “babbling creek” but I could not understand the wisdom that the creek was trying to teach me.
I looked into the water as it raced over the rocky bottom where the crawdads hid. I noticed the fish swimming. These finned beings seemed to understand the great language of the water. Unfortunately, I could not.
I whispered to the wind, please guide me, teach me how to hear the babbling brook, and the words this body of water is speaking to the world.
The wind hissed, dancing through the leaves of the willow branches above my head. Speaking secrets to the clouds, that I could not hear. I looked up to the tree and I asked “Can you understand the secrets the wind is speaking to you?”
A branched touched my cheek almost as if to say “yes, but someday you will understand too.”
The branches continued to dance around me and my thoughts were hazy. A little tickle on my arm woke me from my thoughts. I glanced down on my white skin to find a friendly ant traveling up my forearm.
I am not sure where he was going but, he seemed to be just as nervous about me as I was him. His little tiny head seemed to turn to me as if he was asking me not to squish him. Maybe this black ant had important business that he needed to take care of for the queen. Maybe he was out hunting for food but, I if I hurt him more lives, than his would be effected.
The water began to quiet as I put the pieces together about life. The fish seemed to stop and listen as I understood the importance of a tiny six legged creature. The grass that was beneath me seemed to harmonize with the rhythm of the trees as the wind began to dance in celebration.
I had finally understood the truth that every choice I make effects others around me. I looked up at the branches of the strong willow that surrounded me. As I viewed the bark a little closer I saw the many different beings that had made this tree their home.
I thought about the chain reaction that would happen if I decided to cut down this majestic tree. The many creatures within the tree would lose their homes, some would lose their lives and others would be left to replace the jobs that the other insects had left behind. Like the butterfly theory, one action causes a chain reaction that can destroy many lives, big and small.
I continued to feel the tickle of the precious ant along my arm. This darling little being seemed to move with less caution as I began to speak. Words of calm and peaceful reassurance echoed form my voice into the air as I told the little ant that I would not hurt him. I then leaned into the branch that was still dancing around me, allowing the ant easy access to find his place among the insects that crawled within the secret depths of the willow.
I felt the grass beneath my body as I laid down on a blanket to watch the clouds blow by. My feet dug into the grass and I wondered about the way even my words could cause a landslide of effects to another.
I watched a bee fly across the sky, distracting me from the shapes of the billowing clouds. The contemplation in my mind went to how a bee treats those around him. Surely these little creatures must communicate with one another as well.
Were they ever unkind to one another or did they see each individual as a separate and unique addition to the family? I will never know the truth behind the way bees interact with each other but I would like to imagine a perfect system of kindness and compromise. Surely the bees worked well together. If these little creatures did not they would not have such an effective system.
Bees never say anything negative about another bee to tear it down. Why must we tear each other down? I think of the way we damage another’s life by just simple words that can hurt. Lies, rumors, revealed secrets, betrayal and insults are all hurtful.
Once we cause damage to one person by something we say, that person will then cause damage to another due to their emotional disturbance. This hurt person will upset the person next in line and this will cause a domino effect that will cause many sufferings from one comment.
Perhaps, in time we as a supposed higher species will learn how to not break each other apart. This is not a world of survival of the fittest it is a world of equality, sharing and love.
I looked beside me and saw a tulips vivid color brighten in the sunlight and I realized that although Karma is often referred to as the rule of reaction to your action, if your initial comment hurt someone and they in turn hurt another person, the bad karma will go to you and the other person.
Life is suffering, this is the general rule, but do we have to cause even more suffering to one another.
I picked up my blanket and I walked away from the shady shelter of the tree. Tears fell down my cheeks stinging my skin. I wondered why must we human beings cause each other suffering? Is kindness really that hard?