Angry Mountain
“What are you doing my young friend?”
“Is it not obvious?”
“You are spending considerable energy striking the ground with that shovel. You remind me of an angry mountain about to erupt. Come, sit with me, the garden looks stunning; many varieties of flower sharing one space.”
Slowly, the thuds of the shovel ceased. The young man looked exhausted.
What took you to the point of venting anger on the beloved earth?
“A neighbor.”
“Once again, earthly troubles placed at a neighbors’ door. What did she do?
“She doesn’t get involved except to calm his anger. He is unreasonable, his anger boils when things don’t go his way.”
“Tell me about him.”
“There’s not much to say. He occasionally lives in the house next door. I have no problem with that but wonder if that’s where his lies. He told me about things he’s had; property he owns and how wealthy he is.
When they visit, he expects life to stop accommodate his. It’s like the lord of the manor has arrived.”
The old man laughed to himself and stepped into the flowers.
“See how they move when I walk among them. Nothing I do halts their progress unless I step on one or pull it from the ground. All they need are minerals from the earth, water, air and sunlight. Humans are similar; each have basic needs but perceived unmet, they reach out and search.
Some have more than they need and want more. They don’t wish to see somebody better-off so, they collect and hoard. Do you remember our talk about competition?”
“Where does the anger of one man connect to that?”
“Something in his past has brought about insecurity. He needs to eclipse everybody’s sun because he’s jealous of their daylight. He compares himself to others and sees them as his competition.
Possibly developed from one instance in his life but allowed to go unchecked, it has grown out of proportion. “
“I understand and relate although I don’t identify with anger. I once found myself in a loveless relationship and didn’t realise I substituted it with ‘things.’ Nice cars, holidays, clothes . . . “
“You still do that my friend. Did anybody ever say, ‘be better, do better . . . ‘“?
The young man laughed without humor. “It is a mantra echoing around my mind since my early years.”
“The man next door brings challenges to your ego which reminds you of the mantra. Push it aside my friend and forget about the neighbor. Friendship is not an option so, blow him away with a tender heart like you would a dandelion clock.
Beyond The Pyre 