Assets of the soul

When I was a child, I often dreamed of sitting on the moon. In that halo, I swung my legs and looked at the earth. I saw cows frolicking on the grass. Buffaloes wallowing in the pond. My village was as small as a distant planet. But in that distant planet, I could always locate my house. I saw my mother sitting on the porch. And the children running and playing on the straw.
As I grew older, such heavenly dreams became less frequent, and they seemed to have disappeared from my life. Of course, I still dream often in my sleep. But sometimes they are dreams that scare me, make me sweat, make me feel uneasy. It is rare that I have dreams that when I wake up I smile, my soul is calm, and the light fills the space.

The beautiful dreams of childhood, where have they been in the journey forward of each of us? Why do they rarely return or never return? The fairies, the wonders, the mysteries of life have disappeared, when we become adults, more knowledgeable, wiser, more calculating and cunning. We rush forward, tirelessly searching for things that the deceitful mind tells us must have to be happy. We plan our search plans. And concretize each step of the journey with the amount of money in our accounts, with houses, cars, with promotion opportunities... When we achieve something, we feel unsatisfied, not enough, we try to achieve something else. And we turn into arrows, rushing and each day rushing faster and faster. We become speed worshippers.

The arrows only know how to fly. They do not need dreams. How can dreams arrive in such a dizzying hurry? The arrows also do not have time to admire a tree or a blooming flower, a ray of sunlight at dawn or the red halo of the sunset on the lake. Those things are nothing in their mind, because they are focused on the goal they hope for. The arrows believe that only when they reach their goal will they feel satisfied and happy. They eagerly move towards the future, full of hope for the future. The present is nothing.

When we take the shape of an arrow, we forget a lot of things. We walk on the streets every day, but sometimes we really don't know where we are going. We frantically search, even though what we are looking for is sometimes far away, an illusion. We don't allow ourselves to slow down, as if slowing down would be a sin. And because looking around, everyone is rushing, faster and faster. Everyone is trying to be the first, the one who gets ahead, the one who is at the forefront.
I was once such a speed-worshiping arrow. Until one day I suddenly slowed down, because something happened to me. First, fatigue and exhaustion took over. Then meaninglessness set in. I realized that the goal I was aiming for was not real. I had imagined a goal to satisfy my ego's vanity, greed, and jealousy, and was lured away by that goal.
From that moment on, I knew that I was no longer an arrow. The arrows that were flying would never join me in the formation again. I could be lost. But when I was no longer an arrow, I felt my present more clearly. And suddenly understood that too much speed only made me ignore the present. That meant I had no past and a very vague future.

I love sitting alone by the lake. The quietness of the lake will erase all the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I love rainy nights, listening to the sound of water dripping silently on the balcony where the climbing rose bushes are blooming. I love the feeling of sitting hidden behind the curtains, reading a good book. I love the soap bubbles in the basin when I wash my children's clothes by hand. I love the sound of dry leaves rustling on the sidewalk during the deciduous season.

When I was no longer an arrow, dreams came back to me. I became more sensitive to nature and life around me, more sensitive to the pain or joy of people around me. Naturally, I no longer looked at life in terms of goals. Or in other words, the concept of goals no longer existed. Therefore, it was easier for me to give up. And I realized that the value of a person is sometimes measured by what they have given up. We need to be very light, not to rush, but to fly. Because life is so complicated that it always forces many concepts on us, in the name of discipline or morality, and we become burdened. The arrow flies fast because it tries to fly fast, because of greed or ambition. Greed and ambition are its burden.

I am not old enough to talk about contemplation. Mistakes still exist, still happen often. But I have understood the value of dreams and do not want to lose them in this life. Because there is always another life higher than the life we ​​are going through. Dreams will guide us to touch that life. At that time, we will feel that the pleasure of spiritual life is truly full and profound. Other pleasures from sex, food, and fame are more shallow and will easily lead people closer to boredom, if there is no spiritual pleasure to support them.
The power of dreams is real. It takes me to the moon and meets the moon, which I cannot do when I am stuck in my bare reality. Beautiful dreams will only lift me up. It turns me into a child, lets me go back to childhood. There is no stage in our lives when we feel complete happiness like the time when we are children.
The beautiful dreams of childhood, I believe, everyone can have them again. When we are ready to let go. Some kind of cleansing, some kind of return must take place. When the soul is peaceful enough, open, filled with love and light. And when the dream returns, it is an existence, a truth, a proof of happiness. It becomes the soul's property.