Post by Nagoyaka Rajah on Oct 31, 2008 1:24:58 GMT -4
Rajah took a seat near a tall tree that evening, just having finished crossing the China-Tibet border. How he was able to do it without having to change into his four-legged Tiger form was just as mysterious now as it was when he did it. But as always, he kept one eye glanced behind him and his vision on the road ahead of him. This adventure he was taking was risky; leaving a country that loved him for what he was just to see if he was truly alone in the world. His head was filled with scenarios of what could happen if his journey was made in vain.
What if he was the only one of his kind? Would he still feel alone and isolated? Would the people of India make up for his loss when he returned? Or was it a mistake to have left in the first place; to have been abandoned just because of his absence, after he promised them that he would return? This saddened Rajah to think that the human race was capable of such idolatry; to move from one object of awe to the next without question. Rajah leaned against the old, strong tree and sighed. His heart was heavy; filled with flourished thoughts and foolish floods of possible failures, with this quest as a possibility of being his first.
A rustle in a bush by him made his ear twitch in response to the noise. He looked over to his right, refusing to ready himself as usual. He saw the bush that moved the opposite ways of the Northern wind that night. Out of it was a fox cub, seemingly lost, scared and cold from the days end. Out of habit, Rajah saw the spirit of the earth surround the fox, along with every single living thing around the two. And from what he read, they all helped direct the fox to the Tora-jin.
Rajah's face expressed a sudden surprise from the revelation. There was no way the fox could have seen the spirits around him lure it to him, but he could tell that instincts were a completely different way of following your heart.
And that's when Rajah realized it. His decision to require the truth was not just of curiosity on his part; he was drawn to this path; guided to find his true birthright. Just as every other being on this earth has a path to follow. Their instincts help guide them to where they truly belong. Rajah had to smile from this simple, yet triumphant epiphany. He once again stared at the young fox and smiled soothingly, laying down his hand and showing it his palm.
"There there, young one," he cooed to the infant. "I am but a stranger here, myself. There is no need to fear me. You see, we seek the same thing, you and I. We seek to find the way home."
The fox tilted his head, looking at Rajah's palm. He slowly approached it after observing and sniffing. It licked the crevices of Raja's fingers, surprisingly maneuvering past his claws. Rajah smiled tenderly, seeing the young animal accept him. Then the fox quickly backed up and started to dash down a passageway.
Rajah looked toward the direction the fox scurried, standing up and deciding to follow him.
"Wait," he said with a smile on his face as he chased after the fox somewhat playfully. "Come back, young one!"
Rajah continued to chase him until he was led to an open pasture of grass and a flowing stream of fresh water. The pasture was beautiful; just like the ones he would lie on back at home to gather his thoughts into one collective bundle. He smiled as he nodded.
"Yes," he said to himself. "Yes, I truly do understand, now."
He walked over to the stream and looked into the crystal clear reflection of himself provided my the moonlight above. On his knees, he drank from the source of water until he had his fill. Filled with nourishment, he fell back on the grass behind him and stared at the stars high in the sky. Just to know that each and every one of them serves a purpose made him more assured that his journey would not be in vain. There was only one word that could classify the breakdown of such revelations on this night; beautiful.
Rajah looked to his left. The young fox was inches away from him. It nuzzled it's nose with his, as if he was congratulating him on his success so far. Rajah found it warm and comforting; he couldn't help but to smile at the tenderness of this moment. He used the outer part of his hand to stroke the cheek of the fox, who reacted the same way.
"Thank you, my friend," he said to the fox, "for giving me hope."
With another blink, Rajah could see the spirit of the grass the fox stood around, seeming to be pointing behind him in a form of guidance once again. Rajah smiled as he pointed behind the fox.
"You're home is that way, young one," he directed.
The fox stood up on all fours, and licked Rajah's cheek as a form of saying goodbye before trotting off in the direction he pointed toward. And Rajah continued to smile as he laid in the pasture until the silent coo of sleep called his name, and retired him until the morning.
What if he was the only one of his kind? Would he still feel alone and isolated? Would the people of India make up for his loss when he returned? Or was it a mistake to have left in the first place; to have been abandoned just because of his absence, after he promised them that he would return? This saddened Rajah to think that the human race was capable of such idolatry; to move from one object of awe to the next without question. Rajah leaned against the old, strong tree and sighed. His heart was heavy; filled with flourished thoughts and foolish floods of possible failures, with this quest as a possibility of being his first.
A rustle in a bush by him made his ear twitch in response to the noise. He looked over to his right, refusing to ready himself as usual. He saw the bush that moved the opposite ways of the Northern wind that night. Out of it was a fox cub, seemingly lost, scared and cold from the days end. Out of habit, Rajah saw the spirit of the earth surround the fox, along with every single living thing around the two. And from what he read, they all helped direct the fox to the Tora-jin.
Rajah's face expressed a sudden surprise from the revelation. There was no way the fox could have seen the spirits around him lure it to him, but he could tell that instincts were a completely different way of following your heart.
And that's when Rajah realized it. His decision to require the truth was not just of curiosity on his part; he was drawn to this path; guided to find his true birthright. Just as every other being on this earth has a path to follow. Their instincts help guide them to where they truly belong. Rajah had to smile from this simple, yet triumphant epiphany. He once again stared at the young fox and smiled soothingly, laying down his hand and showing it his palm.
"There there, young one," he cooed to the infant. "I am but a stranger here, myself. There is no need to fear me. You see, we seek the same thing, you and I. We seek to find the way home."
The fox tilted his head, looking at Rajah's palm. He slowly approached it after observing and sniffing. It licked the crevices of Raja's fingers, surprisingly maneuvering past his claws. Rajah smiled tenderly, seeing the young animal accept him. Then the fox quickly backed up and started to dash down a passageway.
Rajah looked toward the direction the fox scurried, standing up and deciding to follow him.
"Wait," he said with a smile on his face as he chased after the fox somewhat playfully. "Come back, young one!"
Rajah continued to chase him until he was led to an open pasture of grass and a flowing stream of fresh water. The pasture was beautiful; just like the ones he would lie on back at home to gather his thoughts into one collective bundle. He smiled as he nodded.
"Yes," he said to himself. "Yes, I truly do understand, now."
He walked over to the stream and looked into the crystal clear reflection of himself provided my the moonlight above. On his knees, he drank from the source of water until he had his fill. Filled with nourishment, he fell back on the grass behind him and stared at the stars high in the sky. Just to know that each and every one of them serves a purpose made him more assured that his journey would not be in vain. There was only one word that could classify the breakdown of such revelations on this night; beautiful.
Rajah looked to his left. The young fox was inches away from him. It nuzzled it's nose with his, as if he was congratulating him on his success so far. Rajah found it warm and comforting; he couldn't help but to smile at the tenderness of this moment. He used the outer part of his hand to stroke the cheek of the fox, who reacted the same way.
"Thank you, my friend," he said to the fox, "for giving me hope."
With another blink, Rajah could see the spirit of the grass the fox stood around, seeming to be pointing behind him in a form of guidance once again. Rajah smiled as he pointed behind the fox.
"You're home is that way, young one," he directed.
The fox stood up on all fours, and licked Rajah's cheek as a form of saying goodbye before trotting off in the direction he pointed toward. And Rajah continued to smile as he laid in the pasture until the silent coo of sleep called his name, and retired him until the morning.
