Worlds Apart.

He could not sleep. Eyes wide open. He started to paint. The wall was touched by that simple gesture. Attention captured. Outside it was cold. No rain drops to reduce the beauty of the lavender color. He forgot the time. The park was closed. No audience yet. Hours gone. He kept on painting. Walking on clouds. Thoughts swinging. Free. Falling. Zen art producing. Alone. Not tired at all. Inspired and on fire. Painting was what he loved so much. No canvas left without his imprints. He could go on for days.

He felt like an orphan. Lived on his own. The big world was his playfield. Deep down he still felt like a little boy. Discovering the endless possibilities of being. Being. Transforming. Becoming. Moving. As an artist he was among the luckiest humans to surrender to all what he felt inside. His emotions were translated on walls. Colors told an impressive story. Neverending plots. If you would try to capture the essence, you would never get the clue. The mystery was developing but never revealing it all. The walls became pieces of wholeness. Perfect and divine.

His needs were reduced. Basic and humble. Paid by the park. Sometimes by visitors of the park. Some of them left a note and some coins too. He celebrated these little signals of appreciation. Again and again. Today he found a beautiful note. He almost finished painting the wall. When it happened. The little note was written by hand. Curious he stopped his art work. He sat down on the ground. His eyes tried to find out the message. English words. He loved that language the most. As a little boy he dreamed to travel to the English speaking part of the globe.

The note talked to him personally. He felt connected instantly. It asked him a question. He could not help but answering it. 'Why are you here in this place right now?' He reflected deeply. His mind went looking for the right answer. Searching in all boxes of his bright mind. Closing. Opening. No single box left. Memories bringing feelings and thoughts. Swimming in the wild sea of options. Drowning almost. To capture the deepest layers of truth. The answer was ready to appear on his screen. He could not believe his eyes.

'Today you will meet a special person. A magician. He will give you a present. Accept it. Allow it in your space.' The artist looked around. No humans around. Still silent. Morning dawn. He decided to sit down for a while. Closing his eyes. One hour and some minutes later - not precisely measured -  he heard a sound. Lavender footsteps on the floor. The paint was still wet. He noticed a box. That must be the present the note talked about. He walked towards the object. Breathing deeply. He opened the little present. A key was shining. A golden master piece.

The key had wings. It started to move. Like a joyful hummingbird it knew its direction. Flying towarts target. Focused. The castle was created in that minute. The artist was dizzy. So much magic. In such a short time. He followed the key. The gate opened. The key searched its place in a tree full of blossoms. The artist entered. Another world appeared. Out of the blue. Full of presents. Beauty. Abundance of food, drinks. Happy people dancing and singing. His family celebrating his arrival. He was not alone anymore. The other world had disappeared.

The queen called his name. He looked in her direction. He recognized his soul. Stunning meeting. Shivering inside. He kneeled down for her. Instinctly. She invited him to open up about his adventurous journey. Ongoing and sweet. He was aware that they had sent him on a mission in another world. He came back with deep truths. He was chosen to be on that special journey. He brought the missing piece back home. To be truly happy, is to be. Free of masks. He learned to rely on his own survival instincts. Bringing art to life. Patterns of family leaving behind. Walking his own path. King of the world. Loving art.

Worlds Apart by Liesbeth Leysen