The Sailor who once vowed to sail the sea for all of time and be, forever free, in the sea in the dreams, sailed deeper and deeper into the vast ocean, as he past by many more an Island, they began seeming less and less appealing to him. Unlike when he first left the Island, and learned the valuable lesson of swimming, and trust, and importance of it; now he felt as though he had no real hope or need for an Island to dock his ship. The memories of the enchanting Island never left him, but they did begin to fade, the lush sand, the playful animals, the protective spirit..and the inner forest he never entered, were no longer the same in his mind, though no less, one of a kind. He decided that instead of regretting and reminiscing about his time there, he would focus more on all the lessons he could learn. How could he have improved himself, how can he now; how can he remove himself, from the things he vowed? How he can he regain, the sanity of his brain, without the sweet Island sand and fruit and grain? He thought so long, as he sailed into the dawn, only comforted by the sound of the crashing waves. He sailed so fast, he nearly forgot his past, but remembered that all sailors must be brave, and look ahead! into the sea, into the dread!, Ill sail it free, or I'll be dead! The wind is my roof, and the ocean is my bed, I have no need for an Island! that's what he said. So he went on a little longer, through more pain and strife, seeing beautiful creatures, and mystifying sights. And as he grew in knowledge, he also grew in strength, he became wiser, and stronger, and a better sailor too, but a sailor who never docks, much like the sea is blue.
So he continued on his travels and learned such amazing things, as when he spoke to the birds above, he asked them why they sing, as he passed a swimming whale he asked it why it swam, and when he saw the sun set, he thought...life is like this land. He said, life is like the sand, and life is like the sea. You can stand where you stand, and be where you be, or you can travel far and wide, and smell the air and feel the breeze. You can be unlike the land dwellers and experience a profound ecstasy, in the ocean of forever, its an illusion for all to see, for anyone who has truly sailed, or a sailor much like me..would know the ocean is a circle, just like the circle of our lives, just like sun, just like the moon, and the all the atoms that together make us one. So he went to an Island, and went out, then to another, and another, and kept on moving inland in the hopes of finding an Island where he could stay. This was not same the sailor as before though, he has been deep into an Island before, and he has seen many, many more, and he remembered whats its like to rest along the shore, and he remembered the words of light, spoken by the Island spirit pure. Although this time he did not expect to be mystified, he was far to cautious to fall into a trance on any Island, he just wanted a place to rest. So he looked for just that, much less an Island than a nest. He believed it was time he just dock and try his best, but he never could forget, the glowing bliss of what he left.
Until the day he did, the day he finally realized, that no Island would be the same, and he was a fool to believe that different sands would have not different grain, and different animals, and different trees, under the same sun, with the very same breeze..but no Island is that Island, and that Island,no other Island will ever be, and the sea is the very same ocean, that he sailed for so far to long, so he pulled up the sails and dashed across the ocean like a fawn, who just learned to run, but after a while he simply floated along. and then and only then, did he see an Island in the distance, where the rocks parted, and the water was calm, but he no longer wanted to dock himself into an illusion of no harm. So he floated on by, and passing it with only a sigh, and continued on his journey of sailing far and wide. Then to his surprise the waves carried him back to that Island, and he took it as a sign. So he went to the Island, and to his amazement, the Island truly shined. It filled his heart with joy, happiness he hadn't felt since he was just a boy, this Island was more than an Island, it was beautiful and soothing. The birds songs there made him never want to leave the moment he entered, the sand felt as if it was perfect for his feet as it cushioned every step, and the forest was so deep. and as he embarked on this journey into the depths of the forest, he saw glowing flowers that would stun any florist. He saw strange and mystical sights, as he experienced magical and glorious nights. The moon was brighter there, the animals were kinder there, the trees were very tall, and his new hopes, he believed, would never fall. Every day he would swim, and swim, and swim, and the spirit of the Island, never even approached him.
Each new day he swam, upon his return he was welcomed deeper into the forest, and deeper and deeper, further than he ever thought he had gone before. And each time he journeyed deeper into the forest, he was happy, and full of life, the Island was magical, and pure, it was just right.
The sailor was so full of happiness, and was so intrigued by the adventure and mystery of the Island forest, he could never imagine a world outside the Island, everything was great, the fruit, the grass, the rivers, and lakes, it was beyond his dreams, and it was real, it wasn't fake. The forest accepted the sailor, and the sailor wanted only to stay in that forest. A great harmony and connection that sailor shared with the forest as he cared for the plants and animals there, nurturing the life of the forest. He did this for a fairly long while, but he soon realized that as he continued going deeper into the forest, the plants there needed more water, and the animals more food, the land didn't really seem as though it had ever really been cared for before, it was strange to the sailor, but he didn't mind nurturing and growing the forest and plants, so long as he felt that soft and soothing sand in between his toes, and could breathe in the wonderful fresh and fruitful scent of the Island air, and drink from the untouched waters of the rivers lying beyond the tall magic trees.
Until there came a day when a large ship docked nearby and a sailor spoke of a an important mission to him, a voyage to a new land that he must embark on, more important than the Island he stayed, so he went on the voyage, and for a fairly long while, and tasted the new tastes, and walked the new lands, and sailed in a new part of the vast and open sea; and ofcourse, fulfilling his mission on the voyage. The sailor learned alot about the world, and the sea, and himself on this voyage, but like all great journeys, it came to an end, and as he sailed the sea in joy and anticipation of his return to the Island and waters he knew, he also carried with him the new discoveries he had made, and all the time he had spent away from the Island was also present in the air. And so on his return to Island, he noticed, after ofcourse the sailor's reconnection and temporary trance, it became evident to the sailor, that Island hadn't changed. Everything was the same, no other sailors had docked their ships, there was no new adventures, and glowing flowers, became just that, flowers, that glowed. So the sailor traveled around the forest, but all he ended up discovering was un-nurtured plants, and unfed animals, so he fed them, and looked for meaning on the Island. He traveled around and around, until he realized, with a reluctant epiphany, that the Island, and its forest, was a circle, and he also realized, that there is no meaning in an Island, however beautiful, however comfortable, and great, or magical or amazing..
if you never reach the inner forest. Yes the inner forest, that truly magnificent and tranquil place of never ending adventure and intrigue, where the the the forest feeds you with the same care you feed the forest, and as one with the Island, you flourish.
The sailor was filled sorrow as he searched for the inner forest, but it was hidden from him, he couldn't even attempt to hack throw the thick trees as he once did before. The sailor searched far and wide for the Island spirit...but it never came, and what became evident to the sailor, is that the outer forest was as deep as he could go...but this time it was easier for him to accept when his stay an Island had come to end, for he knew everyday would not be an adventure on the Island for him, he knew that on this Island, it wasn't wise for him to swim, for the Island spirit never even came to protect what was within, and though he thought and honestly believed, that this sand, and these trees, would be all that he ever wanted, and all he could ever need, without entrance to the inner forest, an Island is much like the sea, a never ending circle, with the lack of feeling free, instead you would be trapped in misery, and after all he did for the Island, he sailed away with only broken dreams....though he learned a valuable lesson, about sailors, Islands, and the sea...sail until the song of birds on golden sand, enlightens you with bliss, from the moment you hear it, dock your ship on the Island and swim only once greeted by the spirit, for the spirit only comes to sailors who can see it, so swim swim, swim, after you see the forest within, with shining rivers, and thick trees, as apposed to thin....don't give to much to the Island, if you gain nothing in return, and don't give to little, it is balance you should you learn...don't be a fool, and don't be coward, when you see a magic Island, or an Island with glowing flowers..leave the sea of dreams, and dock your ship on violet flowers...but remember to be wise in a forest with beautiful birds, and glowing trees...no matter what Island you enter, know when to stay..and know when to leave.....and until you find the right Island, be patient and sail the sea of dreams....
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