The Soul Sanctuary » Metaphor

A Secret of Clarity

Rizal Affif — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 23:07:14 +0000

Spill dirty water;
it will remain that way.

Leave it be,
let the dirt comes down;
only then,
the water becomes clear.

Lesson on Contentment

Rizal Affif — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 23:20:33 +0000

A grass never wishes to be
as tall and as strong as a banyan tree.
Nor a giant fig tries to blossom
flowers like an orchid.

Each of them is as perfect as it is meant to be;
they just be.

The End of Good vs Evil

Rizal Affif — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 02:05:27 +0000

Good can never annihilates evil
as much as evil can never obliterate good.
They are inseparable twins;
The stronger one gets,
the stronger another reacts.

The only way to end the conflict,
is to take them back to the origin;
No good, no evil,
just Oneness,
just is.

Perfect Life

Rizal Affif — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 22:25:04 +0000

A Master sent two young apprentices to a crowded city,
where they live separately from each other.
After three years, he called them back to the temple,
and greeted them both personally.

“How is your life in the city?” The Master asked.

“It’s challenging, Master.” The first apprentice answered.
“It is harder to maintain awareness there,
when I have to live among so many people,
enslaved by anxiety and desire,
living out of harmony with themselves,
and with the nature.
I am glad, I made it through.”

The Master nodded. “And how is yours?”

“I don’t know.” The second apprentice shrugged.
“I just seemed to meet perfect people,
and stumbled upon perfect chances;
everything is just perfect.”

Upon hearing this, The Master smiled.

I Am

Rizal Affif — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 23:14:21 +0000

I am not my country, not my family,
not my job, not my hobby, not my identity.

I am not my head, my torso, my legs, my arms,
not my body.

I am not my ideas;
not my thoughts, not my feelings, not my emotions.

I am the ultimate background upon which all of those,
are painted and erased.

I am what I am;

I am.

The Nature of The Mind

Rizal Affif — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 21:41:30 +0000

The mind is like the water upon a pool.
It is no good trying to control it,
to make it calm.
Just let it settle on itself.
It will come to a full stop, and only then;
becomes crystal clear,
The Truth within.

Like Infinite Sky

Rizal Affif — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 23:19:53 +0000

Be like the sky,
neither resists nor indulges the clouds;
accepts even the brightest of days,
even the darkest of the storm,
and lets them pass.
So vast, so open,
Infinite.

Can You See This?

Rizal Affif — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 14:49:05 +0000

Once upon a time,
a great unknown Yogi descended to a city,
which people, and visitors, as the King ordered, wore masks.
Without a mask on his face,
the Yogi’s presence is soon spotted by the King’s Guards;
they captured him and took him to the King,
who was insulted by the Yogi’s disobedience to his rule.

“Tell me,” the King asked, “why don’t you wear a mask,
like I told every citizen, and every visitor of this city, to?”
The Yogi answered, “Because I wear this mask all along.”
“Which mask?” Inquired the King.
“You are looking at it.”
The King became more insulted.
“Are you trying to disgrace me? If you wear a mask then,
drop it, and hand it over to me!”

The Yogi dropped his body altogether.
The King was surprised. The Yogi seemed to be dead.

“Can you see This?”

But everybody, including The King, is so preoccupied with the mask,
that they thought it as real;
they could not see, or hear, The Real One, The Infinite.

Morning Wisdom

Rizal Affif — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 00:22:18 +0000

Be like the water on the morning lake,
undisturbed;
perfectly tranquil,
perfectly still.

Be like the mist upon the valley,
so soft, so light;
drifting calmly,
leaving without a trace.

Be like the sun on the eastern hill,
so warm, so bright;
rising at perfect timing,
lighting up the life of the whole continent.

Lesson from Water

Rizal Affif — Sun, 30 May 2010 23:17:05 +0000

Confronted with obstacles,
water does not force its way through.
It looks for alternate route,
no matter how far,
to reach its destination.

And when no route can be taken,
water waits patiently;
until Destiny, in perfect timing,
sets its free.

No matter what happens,
sooner or later,
water always return to the ocean.

Learn from Water.
Master the art of effortless action.