A Morning Diary — In Search of the Polestar of the Soul

 

At the edge of night, when a restless evening,entangled in the rush and dilemas of the day, knocks at the door, the hours of darkness often feel heavy. Perhaps, in the quiet anticipation of dawn, we fade in to sleep  under the flickering lanterns of hope. only to awaken sooner than expected.

It is 3:27 a.m. a profound silence  prevails outside. The wind is still, and from the gallery i  see a clear, unclouded sky. After sipping a little water, I find myself on the terrace. Somewhere in the distance, a cricket keeps vigil with me. A bat glides above, carrying the weight of night’s riddles as it returns to rest.

The moon is absent tonight. The stars scatter their magic across the sky.

In the east, Venus, the morning star, outshines them all. Above it, Jupiter glows faintly yet clearly, nestled in Gemini. Further right, towards the northeast, Sagittarius rides his horse, gleaming in splendour.

And yet, beneath this crystal sky, the inner space of my mind remains clouded. With a quiet sense of disquiet and dilemma, it keeps searching for its own guiding star, its own direction. 

The more I read, write, ask, know, learn, and gather experience, the clearer it becomes that clarity has not yet acheived.  Yet, this very clarity of not being clear has itself become my polestar, shedding just enough light to guide me a few steps forward.

Now the clock strikes five. Birds awaken, and dawn’s soft chorus rises all around. Humbled by this gentle yet overwhelming awareness, I step into a new day.