The lost magical kingdoms of the universe

Where did you grow up? You may be an american. You may have grown up in New York, perhaps. Or maybe it is an old abandoned town, with nothing particularly exciting happening in it. Just some shrubs and common flowers abound in it.

Many would be proud of their home town and defend their country to their death. But if you grew up in a city would you not have had enough of it after some time? You'd want to leave, the grass is always greener in the other side. Or, perhaps, you may suppose that since you lived in it long enough, you got to know it better in some way. You knew all of it's aura, the light that surrounds it, every bird, every worm, every drop of water of it became magical to you.

You may not be too happy with the place you are living in, but you have to live somewhere. Without the outside the inside could not exist either. All the space that surrounds you, whether it be good or bad, is equally real. The tasty mango fruit or the poisonous berry both exist in the same amount. That surely counts for something!

Would you enjoy living in a mythical palace, where even the subtle glowing mist in the air you breathe is sweet enough to sustain your body, where the light itself is an enchanted essence that is so beautiful that you never get tired as long as it surrounds you? Just one breath here would be more blissfully satisfying than any drug here on this earth. Would you like to live in here if your clothes were all dusty and torn up rags?

Yes, of course. So too I enjoy living in my home town, even tho it is a place where pollution is increasing and man-made infrastructures are replacing the pretty creations of nature. It is as if I were wearing dirty clothes. But where does the city itself live in? It is a part of something greater as well. Me and the city both must be living in a greater place. We are both a part of the same thing. This big universe that we live in.

I don't live in my city. As Socrates once said, "I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world." I live in the eternal Tao, just like my surroundings do. There is no home that is better than this one. My town is like the dirty clothes that I wear but I am living in a magical kingdom, so what do I care.

Nothing of value can ever be truly lost. Nothing worthless can ever be truly had. Would you accept a gift if it had a 50/50 chance of disappearing tomorrow? How can you enjoy something that, by its own nature, is feeble?

Would you seek to build a house on a very weak foundation? It may be an excellent house. But the more it grows, the harder it will fall, and all of that will have been for nothing. The house was, therefore, never worth a thing. It only brought you worries, that consumed you slowly but surely, until the big fall.

Love that fades was never true love... love is strong and eternal! Time heals all wounds but time consumes all living things eventually, even the wounds that it healed. So don't try to meddle with it. The more you attach to material things, the greater will your pain be when they inevitably get destroyed. Do not hold on, let them go.

The only thing you can trust in is love. As Rumi said, don't worry, everything that you lose comes around in another form. I say that if something is real it will always be present, you just think that you've lost it!

The only reason why you don't see it in the outside world, is because you don't see it inside of yourself. If you don't have it inside of you, how can you recognize it when you see it outside? If you come across a rough diamond yet you don't know what it is, you will think it is just an ordinary stone.

Home is where your heart is. Live true to your heart. True to love and all the good things in the world, in things that you truly believe in. In wisdom, in beauty, in the Tao, in source. In the lost magical kingdoms of the universe!