Mystics in the Air

At night I sat in pitch darkness except for the faint light from a far away hut and the dimmmed room light behind me.The crescent moon watched  fanned by coconut palms. The sound of the running stream and croaking frogs assured me of the surroundings as I knew them in daylight. I enjoyed some peace but not for long.

Awhile later I felt as if there was something more to this span of dark padi field and the myriad of creatures hiding in its midst. There seemed to be something hanging over it, breathing  ever so softly. I was a little afraid but not as in a panic. I decided i did not want to know or venture to find out, nor to feel it or understand it. "For the unknwn is best left unknown," I reckoned. I went back into my room turned on the lamp and settled for a book.

It is already bright at 6 in the morning in Bali. The mystic mist over the fields which I perceived the night before had vanished. I watched instead with interest the flock of ducks spluttering in and out through the  rice crops and the little birds that fluttered swiftly like bees over the field.

I am a person who is comforta ble only in what I know or am familiar, even of Myself. When fear is not overcome there is no break through where true self is finally embraced.

Is the unknown really best left unknown?