A Dominant's Love


There was once a group of beings, which endeavored to experience all that they could in order to help themselves grow and evolve. Their Master took them one day to a forest thick with trees. He blindfolded each of them and let them wander around in the woods in their own darkness. As they walked forward, they each held their hands before their faces so as to feel the trees before they struck them. Thud after resounding thud was heard as the pupils hit tree after tree.

None of them enjoyed the experience at all and were glad when the Master allowed them to stop. Then the Master took them by the hand and led them through the trees while still blindfolded. At first they were tentative, wondering if they would strike the trees again. They held their hands in front of themselves protectively, not trusting. But eventually they understood that they were being led safely and they relaxed and allowed the experience to unfold. They didn't run into any of the trees this time.

After finishing the exercise, the Master sat with them and asked them to talk about what they had learned from this experience.

"Master, when first I walked blindfolded, I hit tree after tree. I could not see where I was going and I got madder and madder at my inability to determine where I was. I could not see, I could not feel, I could not smell, I could not hear the trees before I hit them. It was as though I was lost and there was no way out other than to continue hitting tree after tree until I stumbled through by accident."

"Ah," smiled the Master, "and how did you feel as you walked through the maze of trees? Did you understand why you were there in this experience?"

"No, Master, I did not. Why would you ask us to hit our heads, to bump our faces and hurt ourselves against the rough bark of the trees as we did?"

The Master looked at them so lovingly and gently smiled, his eyes dancing with light and de-light. He paused and did not answer at first.

"Tell me, how did you feel when I led you by the hand and walked you through the trees? Was it different?"

"Not at first, Master. I felt as though I was still about to hit a tree trunk, hurting myself again. But then, after a time, I realized that you were leading me safely through the maze and that there was nothing to fear at all. It was only in my head that I was fearful. So, I relaxed and let you lead me. You showed me the way through and I banged not a one." The pupil smiled with eagerness and intent.

"What was the difference in what you learned from this?" the Master asked.

"Master, without you leading me, I felt alone and unprotected. I hit tree after tree and could never find my own way. And when you lovingly led me, and guided me to safety, I felt free to experience all of the blindness. To allow my other sense to kick in and share what they were discovering in this. And it was this that showed me that when we are connected, we are free to relax, release and be led. And that this is done with love and guidance."

"But why do you require me to lead you when you could have found your own way eventually?" the Master asked, smiling lovingly and gently.

"Master. It is not that I require you to guide me at all. But when I feel your presence and know you are helping to guide me, then I can let go and find the pleasure in the experience. It is through the process of letting go that I can smell the trees, hear the birds, feel the breezes against my cheek. It is in this that I feel my connection the All, that I am one with everything else," the pupil said.

"Master," said another," I learned that I have the freedom to release your hand at any time. But if I choose to do this, then I will bang into the trees again and again, slowing down and delaying my journey through the trees. My own path will be that much harder. I feel that you are telling me that I retain my control when I give it over to you. I am in charge of my own way when I allow you to lead me. Either way, I will get to my destination. But I choose whether to get there easily and safely or to get there through the pain and hurt, anger and fear, suffering and lost."

"You are very wise, young one," the Master said. "When we release and let go, we open the door to another wisdom, another form of control, another form of guidance to show us our own way."

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