This is a time in my life that was bitter sweet, yet still holds within my heart a special place.
As the Crystal lay peacefully in the man's pocket, feeling safe, warm, protected, it rests.
When the man brings the crystal out to look upon it, the warmth of his hand, and the admiration from his gazing upon it, bring the inner lights forth, that had been hidden so long. The damaged little crystal, so fractured, so diminished in luster, was at last while cradled in the hands of this magical man, thriving.
Shining with a brilliance even the crystal did not know possible. The inner lights came forth at his bidding, the spirit of the crystal at last alive and completed by the touch of the man.
Contented.
But alas the fragile crystal, feels the man withdrawing the warmth. Setting it aside.
Feeling that it was a reminder of choices made, that brought pain to the man. Feeling his lack of understanding of the needs of the crystal.
Then finally he puts it aside. Walking away. The man feeling less than perfect, thinking self sacrificing and noble of intent, in reality is bringing certain destruction to the crystal. Even though left in the sunlight, cradled in leaves of the most brilliant colors, with nature smiling down upon it. It fades. It is dying.
For the only real strength and beauty the crystal possessed was the love and admiration from the man. Which allowed the crystal to shine freely and safely. It was all coming from him.
The crystal could not survive the loss. It somehow had failed the man. It became once more a lusterless piece of rock, fissured, flawed, mired in the ground, darkness surrounding it once more. It was after all just a piece of ugly rock.
The man was gone.
I find this powerfully symbolic and suggestive of a great deal more than "meets the immediate." Thank you for sharing. Love and peace,
Regis
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone
8/27/2007
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