Within the
darkness a light is born. Like a sigh it
sinks deep into the folds of the blackness where it sings ever so softly. Its song is its breath. Its breath is its song. And it grows, steadily, gracefully, until one
day it unfurls into the darkness as a star.
And the darkness shoots away from that light giving it room. The darkness flies from the light, not out of
fear, but respect. For the darkness has
nothing to fear from the light. The
darkness is not annihilated in its presence, it simply gives way, as a dance partner
bows and lets the other move freely. And
the light continues to sing. Only now
the song rises from its heartbeat, from its movement, from its sense of wonder,
from its sense of purpose. For the light
holds within its hands the seeds of a destiny, a destiny that will change the
universe forever. However the light
lacks one thing: direction. It doesn’t
know where to plant the seeds. For a
long time this little absence of information doesn’t bother the light, but as
it continues to grow, it senses somewhere deep inside that it needs a guide, a
teacher, a gardener–another light, to help fulfill its destiny. And so with all of the confidence of the dawn
the light descends. It drifts down, down,
down, slipping along spiraling currents, through rainbow-strewn caverns, and through
dark, dense forests. The further it
trails down along its journey, the more its faith grows that the seeds of its destiny
are safe; so it tucks them away in the soil of its own heart and lets them sleep. And it falls and falls reveling in the idea
that it is on its way to fulfilling its dream.
One day it enters the Milky Way, veering towards the solar system
rounding the sun. It touches down upon the earth, where it spies a certain
continent and a country within that continent.
It swims towards that country, heart shimmering with anticipation. It weaves down into a state within that
country, right into the flow of a certain city, and into a borough, and then, with
one grand and joyous pirouette, it enters a building nestled among the trees. Finally
it settles, sitting before you in the highest form of its manifestation–a
child—ready; hands, heart, and mind hungry.
She has chosen you; she has chosen
to be in your classroom. And inside you
bow before that child. You sense the
importance of her journey. And with the
deepest reverence and love you step forward to shepherd this great light
towards a garden into which she will sow her seeds of destiny; a garden you
might not ever see; but you will know, that since you taught her with integrity
and a gentle, unyielding spirit, and with humor, her garden will help feed and
beautify the world. Your light will
shine with her light, and together you will spread wildflowers across the land.
Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog