The sky had many hues which reflected on the lake. It was the twilight hours, and the waters brought the memory of our thoughts and deeds. In that blessed hour, our illusions crossed the firmament with the beauty of a thousand tints. The seagulls upon the wind, cried against the purity of silence.
"Master, teach us about the Kingdom of Heaven", inquired the disciple.
The Master looked upon the glimmer of the sandy shores, whose waves had beaten upon it for many, many centuries, and said:
"The Kingdom of Heaven is like a peaceful lake which reflects the light of the firmament. At night, it reflects the moon and the stars; during the day, however, with the light of the sun, you can see all the way through, up or down, which is the same".
"Teacher, difficult is for me to grasp your thought; it goes so far and high, like an eagle; I cannot follow it", said the disciple.
The teacher answered:
"My son, judge not the reflection of the lake, for it is the symbol of your own mind. Do nor try to control it, or change it, or twist it to your convenience, or according to your fears. Just look at it. Only then, you will find a rest to your soul".
"How do you accomplish that, my beloved Lord?"
The Teacher said:
"Right now, everything that you see are the passions of your own mind, the projections of your soul, as it were the dark clouds of fear. If they bother you, do not try to dispel them with your hand, for you will find frustration in doing so."
After a brief pause, he said:
"Wait patiently until I come through the clouds of your fear; look intently in the lake of your mind; then, you will just love the clouds with compassion: in everything and in everyone, for my peace will be your reward".
The Master saw the sadness of his disciple, and continued:
"Heaven is love; there is no other Heaven. There will come a time, when the light of truth will make you free, no matter how many clouds might be; the rainy season may come, and also the harvest, and the fruit. There is a purpose for everything under the sun."
They finally arrived at the abode of the wise Master. Another of his disciples coming out from their meeting place, approached them with a smile:
"Teacher, we have been waiting for you. It's prayer time. Have you been walking on all this time, and at this hour of the day?"
"My son, my son --he said-- walking by the sands, my heart was pondering about all of you. What will it be of you when I no longer will be able to come back home, when I had lost all the horizons of my life on the ways of this shore"?
"Teacher, what do you mean? Are you going to leave us?"
"No, my son, I'll never leave you; not until you understand".
On that day, the disciple with whom he walked by the ancient shore received the light of love on his own countenance. Finally, he understood.
