Rocks, as I see them
‘Rocks…As I See Them’ is a project I came up with in the past two days. I decided to walk down to the creek close to my house, and start painting the rocks…not for money or any kind of material exchange but only because I felt the need to. I did think maybe to go to the council to get permission first…but something extremely strong within kept saying, ‘you’re NOT doing anything wrong, you’re only doing it as an act of worshiping, and whatever happens deal with it when it happens, for now just do it!’, so followed my voice again without any questions.
On reaching there, the first thing I felt was that the dried creek to me looked like the condition of the world to me. Each rock symbolizing a person, a life or a being. The water, which was meant to be there had dried, so these rocks have been exposed and left naked. I walked up and down the creek, and picked whichever one called me and started painting, one by one.
While painting, I looked up and wondered, if my ‘one’ rock that I paint would make a difference at all, when I looked from a distance, it was totally invisible and lost amongst the other unpainted ones, because there were more of them than the painted one. I felt that ‘one’ was how i felt in the world, being on my own in this massive world of all these other big huge rocks(people), and if at all i matter. A moment later I heard a reply:
“Just because it’s not visible in the big picture doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. To some you might be just another person in the world, but to some you are their world, so don’t worry too much about being visible or not, just be the real you, and always remember, the creek can have a thousand rocks, but you are still you and that’s more important!”
A moment later, again my restless brain wondered again, “If the pattern i see on the rock isnt even going to be visible to anyone, then why am I painting this?!”… again the voice replied:
“The bird flies everyday, do you stop to look at it?! The fishes are swimming, do you stop and look at them?! Just because no one is going to be looking at them, they don’t stop doing what they are meant to do!! Your calling is to ‘see’ people beyond what’s visible. See and hear their souls and bring to the world that mystic side of things, so people can understand and enjoy the magical universe we all live in.”
Being a warm day, Henna started drying really quickly and looked almost invisible, blending into the skin of the rocks. And as we know the brain just never stops working, my fear was, “it’s drying so quickly, oh no!! i should stop doing this and take pictures… aah my work is going to be lost!!!!!!”. Suddenly the birds started chirping extremely loudly, flew in one direction and the wind blew heavily for a few seconds totally helping me to come back to the moment, and I heard the voice again:
“It’s NOT about holding on to what you do and who you are. It’s all about moving on, learning, giving without expecting, growing and doing what you’re meant to do this moment and NOT worry about keeping it forever, because it’s seriously a useless exercise, that does nothing but make you jump into the future, that doesnt exist this second”
Usually when I paint, I have really REALLY LOUD music in my ears to block away any distractions. But while painting these rocks, I felt the immense need to connect more to the nature and listen to the surroundings to absorb the energy that would show through my patterns, as a reflection. As i put down the first rock after painting it, I realized that’s exactly what I do, when I paint people. I see through them, reaching out to their real inner self, bring it out on their skin and make them see a mirror, and till the Henna stays on them they remember me and themselves and feel happy, safe and alive.
This morning when I woke up, the first thing I read is the poem below. After reading this how can someone not believe in the magic of the world?!
You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
So, I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.
- Jalaluddin Rumi
So many people as me, “How do I do it?!” I don’t really know…all I know is i don’t see you with my eyes, I feel you in my soul. With one look at you, you become my God. With a single touch on your skin, I start worshiping the sacred light inside you. It’s like a recharge for me. I touch, I feel and I live. I didn’t learn or practice this…I was born with it and i don’t know if something like this can be analyzed and taught to anyone through books or any other medium. You’ll have to breath in my soul to be able to experience and see things and people the way I do.
Try not to just see the rocks…try to feel, touch, hold and be with them. They do have magical powers as most things in the world. Enjoy your power within.
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