The Tale of Sky-Earth

Summary

The tale metaphorically describes the interplay of love, anger, and misunderstanding between the sky and the earth, illustrating how anger ultimately harms oneself rather than the intended target.

Abstract

The narrative "The Tale of Sky-Earth" unfolds a poetic allegory of love and conflict. Initially, the sky and the earth are united in love, but the free air separates them, causing them to yearn for each other from afar. The sky expresses its sorrow through rain and its anger with lightning, unintentionally scarring the earth it loves. The sky's wrath is misdirected towards the air, not realizing that it is its own love, the earth, that suffers. This mirrors human behavior where anger is misperceived; it is self-destructive, damaging one's own spirit rather than the object of one's anger.

Opinions

The author suggests that anger is a self-destructive emotion that harms the one feeling it more than the intended recipient.
There is an underlying theme that love can be both beautiful and painful, as the sky and earth's love leads to suffering when they are forced apart.
The story implies that misunderstandings can exacerbate emotional turmoil, as the sky mistakenly believes it is hurting the air, not the earth.
The narrative uses personification to convey complex human emotions and behaviors through natural elements like the sky, earth, and air.
The tale serves as a metaphor for human relationships, emphasizing the importance of understanding the true impact of one's emotions on oneself and others.

The Tale of Sky-Earth

In the beginning, All was one, And broke apart, To be of none.

The sky and the earth, Loved each other, Like lovebirds, Intertwined into throes of love.

The air so free and fearless, Broke them apart, Thousands of miles, Yearning for each other.

In moments of sadness, The sky cries hence the rain, And then tears apart air through, Its angered lightning.

With wails so loud, It is heard by ’tis love, Making it sad too, Yet nothing to be done.

But that lightning, Hurts the earth too, Scarring it, Unbeknownst to the sky.

When its anger primes, It doesn’t see, What it loves, Is what it is hurting.

Thinking it hurts, The air that broke, Them apart, It hurts and hurts it.

Not knowing what it, Really hurts is its own love, Just like us humans, We think anger hurts the other.

But it hurts and it hurts, But only you and your self-love, Anger destroys your animus, Not the animal in front of you.