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Great Lady Solitude
In a large, peaceful forest, far from people and their noise, lived the great lady Solitude. Only the forest animals were her companion, and the wind sang his song in the high treetops. At times it was so quiet that even the birds fell silent and listened, and then the GREAT SOLITUDE could speak. She sang, she talked, she laughed and was happy. Then, at times , appeared the great guardian of the woods, to whom the forest had been entrusted, and looked questioningly at her, and she laughed at him. But she kept silent and did not reveal her secret.
People seldom got lost in this forest because there were only narrow, winding paths, often leading through dense berry bushes and low growth, and they led to no destination. About the silent woman who lived in the heart of the forest, they had no idea, because she never left her forest.
Once the old guard had warned her: "Do not go out to the people" - he had invoked her urgently - "they do not know you, they do not want to hear from you, and if they meet you they would just laugh about you."
The tall, silent woman was quite satisfied. She had much to do; she was collecting treasure for the time when people would crave them. In her spacious chests, they have well preserved: textiles, pictures, writings, even flutes in a strange form.
At night, when the stars twinkled through the treetops and the moon wove its silver threads, she sat in front of her hut and looked up and thought. It trickles from above, fine threads in all colors, and she caught them and embroidered with into delicate textiles. These were wonderful, precious patterns that reminded of distant worlds, and she loved them and did not know which one was the most beautiful.
One day, when she saw a young man approaching her cabin, she realized that his eyes were full of his dreams and that his heart was bleeding because he could not make his dreams a reality.
She silently instructed him to sit down beside her on the grass-bank, and for a long time, they sat without exchanging a single word, side by side. The man felt as if lots of heaviness fell of his soul; he felt so light and happy. And the GREAT SOLITUDE nodded to herself and thought: "Only when you have thrown off all, and it has become quiet in you, I can give you of my treasures. Before that, your eyes are still blind and heavy."
Soon after, she picked up beautiful embroidered pictures from her treasure chest and spread one by one in front of the young man’s eyes. He uttered a cry: "These are my dreams!" he cried, "but here they live, they move, O miracle after miracle!"
"Look closer," the woman demanded. "Here you have your childhood dream of a world of peace in which all people are brothers. See how you must build solid paths into the land of peace; see how these paths grow and spread, and how one after the other put his foot on it!
The paths that are your faith, your courage, your love for the people - each one a path- build them! “I want to build them now!" Exclaimed the young man, and as if there was a lot of lost time to catch up, he rushed away. The GREAT SOLITUDE, however, put her treasures back in their chests with a smile of joy.
Not long afterward, it happened that an old man found his way to Great SOLITUDE. But his eyes were restless; he looked to the side, then to the ground, now his eyes caught up with the old treetops. But again and again he shook his head; his foot stopped as if he had to think of something he did not find. Then he went a few steps further.
The great SOLITUDE saw how he was seeking and that he was at a loss. That's why she called him, "What are you looking for, old man?"
He looked up and looked into the clear eyes of the tall female figure. Then he sighed and said:
No one could help me, I was with the wise and the fools, the scholars and the inexperienced, and no one could answer me. No, it's all in vain, all the effort is in vain! There is no answer when we ask people and want to storm the sky. "
"So at least sit-down and rest for a while," offered him Lady SOLITUDE.
Tired, he accepted the offer. Silence was between the two. The old man breathed more freely. Lady SOLITUDE brought a blackboard and started to write signs and held them in front of the old man's eyes.
"If he can read the signs," she said to herself, "he is the right one, and I can show him more."
Indifferently, the old man watched her slowly and carefully placing signs beside signs.
Suddenly it hit him; he jumped up.
How could I be so blind! In simplicity, it lies, and I sought for the answers on tortuous paths! " Again the silent woman nodded. "Read on," she commanded, and in astonishment, the old man read and deciphered what was written there. And now he picked up the pen himself and added a sign to sign. It was as if his hand was being guided, until he paused, and turning to his companion, "Who are you? Tell me!"
"I am the GREAT SOLITUDE, and this quiet forest is my home: whoever seeks and finds me, may I bestow treasures, my treasure chest is richly filled, tell the people, as here they can find answers to all questions."
- And it was a silent night in the forest of SOLITUDE. So quiet was it that one could think to hear the heart of the world-beating. Opening with all her senses sat the GREAT SOLITUDE in front of her hut. It was like she was looking for someone, someone who was asking for her comfort. Who could it be? Only the starlight and half a moon brightened the path leading to the hut with their pale, white light.
There – a small, delicate female figure was visible at the last bend. Slowly, as if hesitating, she felt her way forward with her eyes closed.
"Sister, what are you looking for?" the SOLITUDE called softly.
The young woman jumped, she opened her eyes and looked around. "Where am I?" she whispered, as if sensing the precious silence around her, and she did not dare to disturb it.
"You are in the forest of GREAT SOLITUDE ," she answered gently. "Come and rest with me."
She reached out and pulled the young woman beside her on the bench in the moonlight.
"Come, you are no longer alone, I am with you, sister, you have found the SOLITUDE that will comfort you."
Exhausted, the young woman leaned against her shoulder.
"Oh, how well that does!" she whispered again. "No longer alone ----- I was so alone!" She exclaimed painfully. "All of them have left me, the man I loved, my only child! Why, o why did this have to happen? - The house burned - it went up in flames ---" she could not continue. Sobbing it shook her and took her words.
"Yes, yes," the SOLITUDE said quietly "Yes, that's how it was, and then it was feeling so empty for you."
"Empty, so horribly empty," the woman muttered. "But now you are with me, and you can stay for a long time" she comforted the lonely woman. Never again shall you be alone and abandoned, I will help you. Rest here in my hut and forget." It can not be measured, the time the young woman needed to heal her wound. Slowly the wound closed itself; for the great SOLITUDE silently poured her silence as a balm into it. And then the day had come when the young woman resolutely said: "Now I want to go back to the people, you helped me, you good lady," then the SOLITUDE smiled her silent smile again.
She said a word of good-bye to her: "Seek others who suffer and lack the way. Go to them, comfort them, show them the way to me, that they will come to the silence where they find themselves again and love them, and you too will be helped! " Each one of us can find the way to GREAT SOLITUDE. We have needed that way all, especially since the world has become so loud and noisy - the silence that dissolves all heaviness, the consolation of never being abandoned again. But everyone has to find their own way to the GREAT SOLITUDE, without companions; because, for everyone, SOLITUDE has another treasure to share.
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