A little postcard

I read something the other day, about how the element of the earth is actually the balance between yin and yang. The center of the compass, having qualities of all the other four elements, and tied to them in a way that symbolises the balance and the groundedness of the earth. Earth can be produced from the ashes of a fire, and be the foundation for the growth of trees, by absorbing water and revitalised by moisture, and with time, birth metals and gems. In this sense, it also feels in tune to the scales of a Libran. The balance of your energy, and your introspection. You, and me. Finally I feel like it makes sense. That, really, we didn't have to struggle, you and I, because we both stand on one end of the scale, and we balance each other. And most importantly, we ground each other, and I finally understand why it wasn't just you in the fore, and me in the background, wondering who's real or who's not. Essentially, we are each other's ground.

You've taken a long walk inwards...and you found me. And it is...in many ways, a meeting that was fated. I couldn't think of what would have happened if we hadn't met. And in the last few months, I've journeyed further into the abyss, a maze of vines, and shuttered windows, shaken every now and then by the earthquake of your soul. I've had to fight my way through the walled up sections, broken down doors which refused to be unlocked...retraced my steps countless times through the tracks in the dirt, and sand, and sometimes blinding light. And I've found this place inside...I don't know if it's our core. I can't tell yet. But I feel that this could very well be a place where we can both return to...to come back to the balance, to be grounded, before we go out to the world again.

There is this place inside...perpetually at night, but you can always see the moon. I don't know if there were stars. Then in the middle of this glade, where the grass seemed almost a velvety gray and silver, there is a lake, black as the night. At times, when you and I are both at peace, the surface is still like a mirror, and it reflects the things in both of us...and perhaps the things in others which we meet. At times, when we are shaken, the water becomes choppy. But always...it would always come back to the stillness which embodies the glade. The glade is not untouchable. I do not think that is our nature. But the glade is centered in its stillness. The winds and the quakes, and the raging sounds from the outside...they come in, and they surround the glade and alter perhaps a little of its terrain, but always, always....like the grounded earth and empty scale, rights itself into a balance, and we feel right again. It's a beautiful place...and I think that's our center at the moment. And I feel that with this glade, we could always go out there and face whatever it is, and do whatever it is...and still be able to come back to the glade and know that the reflection on that lake is who we are. Remember who we are...remember the stillness of that glade, and the image in the water. Remember, and hold on to that...and we will never lose ourselves.