A busy playground on a fine summer’s day. Tiny tots racing around having fun. Their mothers nearby, chatting, keeping watchful eyes on their little ones. I am the only father there. I’m watching my little angel having the time of her life.
Suddenly, one mother over by the swings starts blowing soap bubbles. At first, she blows the bubbles to amuse her own child, as he rides the swing. Then, the bubbles begin to waft and drift away in the breeze. The other children notice and are immediately drawn to them.
Soon, the mother is busy, blowing stream after stream of bubbles for all the children there. The children run, they jump, they reach – with squeals of delight. In the playground, it seems that everyone is happy.
I am an observer. I look towards the swings and take it all in. I am standing still. The bubbles drift towards me – some making contact and some sailing past.
The children chase the bubbles, scurrying behind them as fast as their little legs will allow. But the bubbles will not be caught. Scattered here and there, carried gently higher by the playful breeze. The bubbles elude the children. And the children continue to chase. All the while, I stand still, in a shower of bubbles.
Then it hits me – such a perfect analogy: The children are really us. And the bubbles, they are everything we desire – good health, happiness, careers, wealth, lovers and more. Like the children, we chase and chase. With our backs to the Source, we hope to claim our desires through desperate wanting and frantic doing. Like the bubbles, these things elude us. Always in sight, but always out of reach.
If only we could learn – to face the Source and work with it, instead of turning our backs to it. If only we could learn to be still, to relax and to trust – knowing that our bubbles are flowing to us and that we could take our pick, easily. having only to reach out gently with our hands.
The children still chase and a few bubbles are caught. This spurs the rest of the children on. Each wants to catch their own bubble. They all continue to run, jump and shout – in vain. They think that this is the only way. For the children, there is still enjoyment in all of this. But in effect, this is yet another generation preparing for a life of struggle, without realising that a life of ease and abundance could be theirs.
If only they would learn to turn and be still.