Hello Helios

“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the
loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us – that’s
snatched right out of our hands – even if we are left completely
changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to
play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the
end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off
behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday.
Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness…
Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.
Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can
disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as
we live our lives we discover – drawing toward us the thin threads
attached to each – what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to
bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them
closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives
are fleeting.” ( Haruki Murakami, ‘Sputnik Sweetheart’)

Have you ever felt …the perfection of a moment…and the fleeting nature of it , the next day ?Did it make you cry ? Did you burn ?

The accidental sufi has. She cried. She burned.

For she knew, in order to rises from her own ashes, she needed to burn first. Like the phoenix bird.

She rose  to claim the Sun 🙂


NB :The phoenix  bird is  pictured in ancient and medieval literature and medieval art as endowed with a nimbus, which emphasizes the bird’s connection with the sun. In the oldest images of phoenixes on record these nimbuses often have seven rays, like Helios, who is  the personified Sun of  Greek mythology.

4 thoughts on “Hello Helios

  1. yes…i agree with Murakami & the Sufi…..yes, i’ve experienced the fleeting moment & the next day….the burning and purity that comes out of the burning and crying……i’m in negotiation with my mind made pure by the burning….telling it to enjoy the fleeting moments of happiness shared with the “Goddess” and be at peace with the strange space of those fleeting moments……mind plays out those moments over and over again… and i’m at reasonable peace with my alone-ness…happy in my personal space….Amen!

    • Dear Stupid Monk,
      Perhaps you haven’t sold off your Ferrari completely 🙂 Some part, say the wheel, is what you are hanging on to 🙂 The phoenix bird advises a complete reduction to ashes, to be able to rise anew.
      The Accidental Sufi

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