The Hill and the Deity #1

There once stood a wise old Hill amid a paddy field surrounded by a village. The Hill hosted a Deity that echoed with such pious powers and knowledge. The Deity and Hill often looked over the village and exchanged dialogues of knowledge yond the comprehension of mankind. The Hill observed the hundreds of the pilgrims that took the path of hardship to pour their heart out to the Deity and wail over their lost souls. They seek faith and hope, love and care and cure for pain. The wise old Hill looked over the pilgrims as it held everyone in its palm as they walked up to the Deity. Not all pilgrims climbed up the tattered path to the Deity. It required conviction and astute conviction in search of hope sprinkled with faith.  

The time had come for the pilgrims to till the soil, water the dry lands, and sow the seeds of life. The pilgrims soiled under the burning sun displacing every grain of sand to make space for the seeds of life. The land was broken and tattered. Water gushed through the canals mixing with the broken soil emulsifying into a wet mixture of dirt and moisture. The land was nevertheless a carpet, barren and brown. The pilgrims left the barren land be and bathed in the shade of the Hill as it protected them from the setting sun. The Deity showered his blessings and love towards his pilgrims as they headed into their daily somber after the days toil. “Why do the pilgrims break the ground toiling under the sun?” The hill asked the Deity as he stood and watched. The Deity sat down on the Hill and said, “My dear friend, the broken land will house the seeds of life. Each seed sown into the ground will blossom into a green cover of life and energy.” The Deity explained the cycle of energy and how it is the only thing that holds this universe together. The cosmic connection that exists between all the living. The curious Hill often peppered the Deity with curiosity as it tried to understand the evolution of what has been and what will be. A true test of time and patience. The Hill was the wiser one but like a child seeking knowledge yond compare. 

“You were here before me, and you will be here after me. You are the definition of time and resolve. You seek the knowledge you don’t know and hold my pilgrims in your palms,” the Deity explained. “You have seen the brown carpet blossom to life with a shade of Green flowing with the gentle wind.” The Hill let the words sink in and listen to the Deity carefully. “What are you made of oh pious one and what am I made of? Are we the one and the same?” The curious Hill pondered. The Hill’s question echoed through the barren lands. The Deity observed in silence. The silence echoed too. The meaning and the epoch behind the echoes lingered on the day came to standstill and silence slowly engulfed along with its good old friend darkness.