Forest and Zodiac
Journey through the Forest
ON THE ISLAND OF THE SUN
Illusory Forest under the Cycle of Zodiac
WARNING!
Do not be eluded by the illusion of the light and the oscillations of the waves that create tumults in the eyes.
The woman you love,
The beauty you dream of,
The cackle and laugh, that you are hearing from the lighted lake,
Are only illusions of your mind,
You must win over these senses' erroneous surge to meet the beauty, who will bring you to a divine love.
Once you follow the illusion moving towards the lake,
You will be drawn towards an unreal world that is illusory and fake,
Though it may seem very real as the world where you feel, see , smell and touch,
You will enter in a world where illusions lurch.
Unless you guard your mind from senses' delusive art,
You will be deluded to believe the unreal is real, myth is life, and dream is conscious world's inseparable part.
Where the boundaries of the real, unreal, myth and dream will completely blur,
You will step in a domain where destiny lures and lurks.
While destiny surpassing space and time will entangle your life in a maze of mystery, that has no relation to present, or future or past,
You will not know how to distinguish your life from your predestined role in the cast.
The forest, you see, is the realm where there are lights inside lights, darkness inside darkness, dreams inside dreams, things inside things, beings inside beings, worlds inside worlds, mysteries inside mysteries united together by unending strings of chances,
That generate randomness of time flying in its wings,
In a space, where matter convolutes in matter the essence of things.
The time you feel,
The wind of thoughts that shuffles your will,
Is nothing but the mystic nebulous arrow, that darts through the reality as well as dream.
Once you will step inside this forest disobeying the higher will,
You will not know how to come out of it,
You will get entrapped in a cycle turning as an eternal wheel
Inside the forest the cycle of the Zodiac turns,
The destiny and fate spin the threads of life in which the mystery's webs are spun.
The soul , that moves your mind,
Is the soul who draws all to a world of illusion and dream,
No ordinary mortal is able to understand this game of destiny, whose hands always remain unseen.
You should not enter the forest ,
If you wish to avoid the trap of illusion, that has knitted real into unreal, and myth into dream,
Listen ..............
Net of destiny woven in the illusory vision of myth and dream
Remember that the bewitching beauty, that you feel close by beyond your sight,
Is nothing but a lascivious mind's dazzling light,
More you will come its close,
More it will blind you with its luciferous effulgent furore.
Remember, love that intoxicates with the caress of the beauty and the body's warmth and sweat,
Is nothing but the shadow of the night that comes in the light wearing passion's illusory golden fret.
As soon as you will enter this forest you will be subjected to the mortal's fate,
While the boundary of the reality will fade.
Once you will enter this haze,
The destiny will follow you in a complex maze.
Be aware! once you disobey what I say,
You will be followed by the destiny who guides man through the suffering's way.
Be sure, before you come out of the forest trail,
You will not see her unveiled,
Because the destiny has foreordained the lovers’ fate in that way.
You will only meet her when you will come out of this dream-like illusory sleep-dulled forest that has grown in a dell.
Remember, the hunter, who is hunting in the shadow, where the senses in the darkness dwell,
Is a vicious prowler prowling in search of everything that he can quell.
He is notorious and fell;
If you come close to him he will make your life a hell.
Heed to my advice and believe what I say,
Otherwise , you will get lost in a world like all other mortals ,
Who disobeying my warnings follow their will and search love and beauty
As lovers searching each other in a tragic tale.
Remember, illusions will grow around illusions,
Dreams will penetrate into dreams,
The real will sink in another reality that is neither real or dream,
The myth will juxtapose with the world that you have felt or seen,
And you will not be able to find the way how to cross the unseen screens that separate the conscious world from the world from where the destiny moves the world by pulling mystery's magical strings.
Follow my advice:
Though you may think that you possess sufficient knowledge and insight into life that you can be your guide,
You should not enter this illusory forest ,
Worlds inside worlds where myth and dream intermingle
In the eternal ocean of time where things flow in space and joined by the forces of matter create a pattern in the mind,
The senses are nothing but imprints of the dark ,
Beliefs and faiths are nothing but illusion's harbours,
Flowers, grass, moisture or heat that man feels and touches,
Glimmers of light that dazzle the eyes inside sparkling lashes,
Carry nothing but illusory effulgence of the dark in a sea of blood.
Here, where you stand, the world is divided into worlds like stage after stage convoluted in layers of mystic haze,
Do not cross this boundary, return from where you stand,
Otherwise you will enter a world where there is no shore, sight, sound or land.
You have already stepped inside a place where dream weaves myth with the real,
Here you see a lake that scintillates in a world beyond the visual world in a domain that man calls unreal.
Though here time is not effaced,
You are already moving in a time that is beyond the time defined by cause and effect,
Here the mythical world moves carrying the forces of the destiny and fate.
In a veil of dream that cloaks all who approach this lake,
Here the light penetrates inside a world where the distinction between dream and reality totally obliterates.
The soul of Eros or Narcissus, who has brought you to this place, has become one with the lighted lake's ethereal blaze,
Only the nymphs who swim in this lake can bring you to that invisible world swimming in the twinkling glimmer of the rays.
Where in the shinning depth of the distant blue hues the warmth of their naked flesh dip in pinkish hue,
Where in the murmuring waves' rippling touch,
Rise foams, droplets and dew,
Sink to the breast,
Till you feel the warmth of the kisses, that are rubescent rouge,
Go to the Muses swimming in light where the real with the unreal interfuse.
Let us move ..........................
DREAMING ENDYMION