A few bits of Soul Sustenance – A story, a quote and a poem

One of the things I like about parables or fables is that they have seeds of truth and wisdom condensed into “bite-sized” amounts of reading. I enjoy looking for new ones which I haven’t read and sometimes come across old favorites. For those of you seeking “Truth” (and all that the word with a capital “T” entails) I offer the following story:

The seeker of truth

“After years of searching, the seeker was told to go to a cave, in which he would find a well. ‘Ask the well what is truth’, he was advised, ‘and the well will reveal it to you’. Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question. And from the depths came the answer, ‘Go to the village crossroad: there you shall find what you are seeking’.

Full of hope and anticipation the man ran to the crossroad to find only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal, another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third. Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with the revelation of truth.

Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explanation, but he was told only, ‘You will understand in the future.’ When the man protested, all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignant for having been made a fool of – or so he thought at the time – the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his attention. It was wonderful music and it was played with great mastery and inspiration.

Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player. He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself. And then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.

At last he understood the message of the well: we have already been given everything we need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges, whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.” ~ Author Unknown  Source

For those of you unfamiliar with the wonderful sounds of a Sitar (the instrument mentioned in the story above), I offer the following beautiful example from one of the greatest players of our time, Ravi Shankar:

In addition to truth, one also needs moments of stillness and meditation to keep balance in life.  The photo below is mine, but the quote is Lao Tzu’s:

Be stillAnd lastly, a poem written a while ago about something I rarely get to witness, since I’m  a night-owl by nature:

~ Sunrise Sighs ~

Today, for the first time in a small while, I was awake to witness a fresh sunrise.

The purpled-pink fingers crept up like a smile,

gently waking the crisp air of still-sleepy skies.


Vaporous flames of bright orange hues, licking the velvet of dew-kissed dawn,

Sleep promised me a solid, deep, dreamless snooze,

But rapt in my awe, I stayed awake and gazed on.


I love the quiet, hushed hours of Night; they keep me content in a solitary peace,

But the rare, glimpsed glory of Morning’s soft light

Makes me ache with a sweetness that begs for release.


~ C.L.R. ~ ©

About dragonkatet

Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
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7 Responses to A few bits of Soul Sustenance – A story, a quote and a poem

  1. eebrinker says:

    did a comment but don’t think it went through………… truth….. such a matter of perception yet a hope for understanding. me too when it comes to mornings….. often wish i was a morning person.

    • dragonkatet says:

      Truth is so subjective, but I do think we have what we need, just have to arrange the pieces so that they make sense. 🙂 Mostly I am perfectly content being a night-owl, but sometimes seeing those amazing sunrises, or how clear the air can be in the morning, or even hearing the first birds and knowing there is a brand new chance to do as much (or as little) as I want in the day…sometimes I would like to be an early bird.

  2. This is an incredible post, Corina…all aspects of it. The story and your poem especially. So thought-provoking. Thank you for helping me start my day with these.

  3. I love this parable, Corina, I hadn’t heard it before. Sometimes we are so focused on the outcome that we desire that we miss what’s staring us right in the face! What bliss when we understand that we are provided with all we need and that it’s up to us to make the most we can from that. I remember Ravi Shankar and his influence on the Beatles, the melancholic sound of the sitar touching my heart with longing. I love your photograph and poem ~ an early bird, I often catch the ‘rare, glimpsed glory of Morning’s soft light.’ It stirs me too, as does your evocative description. Simply beautiful ~ a wonderful post! 🙂

    • dragonkatet says:

      Thanks so much, Jacqueline! I had not come across that parable, either, and it impacted me in much the same way when I read it, so I knew I needed to share it. Mr. Shankar was an absolute genius with his playing, and the world lost a giant light when he passed. Thanks for the comments and stopping by! I will be making my rounds to catch up on blogs soon. 🙂

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