O sapinho e o nenúfar, a psicossíntese em parábola
Num lago redondo, num nenúfar igualmente redondo, morava um sapinho de nome Artur. O nenúfar é uma espécie de almofada verde que flutua na água e que traz consigo uma enorme flor. O nenúfar ficava muito bem localizado, à sombra de uma linda amendoeira.
O Artur, estava protegido da intensidade do sol e, por ser da mesma cor da sua casa, verde, facilmente passava despercebido aos olhos de quem lhe quisesse fazer mal.
Tudo parecia estar bem. No entanto, Artur sentia-se triste. Ninguém o via, disfarçado no seu nenúfar, ninguém o conhecia. Por não apanhar sol, tinha sempre frio, a pele baça e os olhos embaciados.
Do alto da amendoeira, a coruja Alice disse-lhe:
- Atreve-te a sentir a luz.
- Como?! - Perguntou o sapinho.
- Procura na sombra - Sussurrou a Alice.
O sapinho não percebeu nada e continuou triste. Tão triste e tão na lua que um dia caiu do nenúfar e esqueceu-se de nadar. Foi ao fundo, até ao fundo do lago. À medida que ia caindo, ia ficando mais escuro. À medida que ia ficando mais escuro, o Artur foi vendo coisas que nunca tinha visto. Viu peixes com formas esquisitas, e viu plantas medonhas que contavam histórias de terror. Viu pequenos seixos com asas, insistindo vir contra ele. Viu onde terminavam as raízes do seu nenúfar. Bem enterradas no fundo do lago.
Qualquer coisa no coraçãozinho do Artur estremeceu. Foi então que abriu muito os olhos e nadou furiosamente em direção às raízes do seu nenúfar. Com vontade, determinação e coragem começou a escavar para as desenterrar. Escavou, escavou até as raízes se soltarem e quando estas ficaram em suspenso na água, agarrou-se a elas e deixou-se ir até onde um raio de sol refletia no lago. Sentiu o calor e sorriu.
Artur, nadou até à superfície. O seu nenúfar, a sua casa, estava agora no meio do lago. Podia ver o céu, as nuvens, os pássaros e o sol. Mergulhou fundo outra vez e enterrou as raízes na sua nova morada. A pele do Artur ainda é verde, mas agora num tom de Primavera e quando a luz é muito intensa põe os seus óculos de sol. Às vezes regressa ao fundo do lago para ouvir as histórias e para voar em cima dos seixos.
Ana Sevinate
Under and above the lily pad, a psychosynthesis parable
Once upon a time, in a round pond, in a round lily pad, lived a frog named Arthur. A lily pad is a sort of green cushion that floats in the water and carries a huge flower with it. His lily pad was very well located, underneath a beautiful almond tree.
Arthur was protected from the sunlight, and because his color was green, green as his lily pad, he wasn't seen by who might harm him.
Everything seemed to go well. However, little Arthur felt sad. Nobody saw him. Hidden in his lily pad, nobody knew him. Since he didn't catch any sunlight, he has always cold, his skin was dull and his eyes were misted.
From the top of the almond tree the owl Alice said to him:
- Dare to feel the light.
- How? - Asked Arthur.
- Look in the shadow? - whispered Alice.
Arthur didn't have the slightest idea what Alice was talking about and continued feeling sad. He felt so sad and he was so aloof that, one day, he fell from the lily pad and forgot to swim. So, he went to the bottom, to the bottom of the pond. As he fell, the water was getting darker. As it was getting darker, Arthur started to see what he never had seen before. He saw fishes with strange shapes and very ugly plants that told horror stories. He saw small pebbles with wings that insisted to bump against him. Finally, he saw where his lily pad's roots ended, deeply buried in the bottom of the pond.
Something in little Arthur's heart shivered. Then, with his eyes wide open, he swam furiously in the direction to his lily pad's roots. With will, determination and courage he started to dig them. He dig and dig until the roots got out and were suspended in the water. He grabbed them and let himself go to a place, in the pond, where the sun light was reflecting in the water. He felt the warmth and just smiled.
Arthur swam to the surface. His lily pad, his home, was in the middle of the pond. He could look at the clouds in the sky, the birds and the sun. Then, he dived again and buried the roots in his new address. Arthur's skin is still green, but now in a Spring kind of shade and when the sun light is too much intense, he puts his sun glasses on. Sometimes he goes back to the bottom of the pond to listen to the stories and to fly on the pebbles.
Ana Sevinate
