The Silent Cavalier – The Story of the Peach Tree
There was once a young Flemish cavalier of the order of St. George of Borgonha, by the name of Jesus Maria. One day he was told by an old wise monk that his destiny was inextricably linked to the sea saying, “The name your were given when you were baptised is Iesvs Maria, but if those letters are transposed they say in Latin, Maris es via.”
The young cavalier thought a lot about this. When he heard that a new group of islands called the Azores had been discovered and people were being sought to sail over the sea and settle on them he decided he would join them. Therefore, he boarded a ship that was bound for one of the new islands called Fayal.
When he arrived he soon fell in love with the rugged, rocky coastline and the ravine where a stream of gurgling water ran through. He was inspired by the ancient crater lake and the view across the sea to where the snowy peak of Mount Pico sat in majestic serenity on the island opposite his. For these reasons he thought himself very lucky because he saw the island as his destined home.
When he had arrived on the island he had found there were already some Portuguese settlers there and in one family there was a beautiful daughter named Ida. In the eyes of the young cavalier she was the fairest maiden that had ever lived and he fell head over heels in love with her.
Sadly, this posed a problem that he could not see an answer to. To be a cavalier of the order of St. George of Borgonha required each member to give a solemn vow of chastity and remain unmarried for life. Jesus Maria, despite his love for Ida, could not break these solemn vows and yet he could not keep from his mind her pretty face and sparkling eyes, or the feelings they induced. With breaking heart he decided that the best thing for him to do was leave the island he loved and return to his homeland of Flanders. Thinking back he recalled how at the words of the wise monk he had set off across the sea and how he had come to the island and made it his home and how happy he had once been and decided he could not return to Flanders either.
Dismayed and unhappy and not knowing what to do he gazed around in despair until his eyes fell upon the snow-clad peak of Mount Pico across the sea on the opposite island. He admired its majestic, silent dignity and stillness and he gained strength from it and said to himself, “I will be like the mountain silent, strong and magnificent in my dignity. From this moment on I will not speak another word to another soul and then I will not be tempted to break my vows and tell Ida of my love for her. “
Ida never knew the special place he kept in his heart for her. As the days went by the young cavalier found it harder and harder not to speak. Whenever he saw her he wanted to pour out his feelings to her. At last feeling he could not go on like this much longer he decided he would make his home on the main island just over the sea so that he would no longer be tempted.
Therefore, he packed his few belongings into a little boat and sailed across to the island of Pico. At the foot of the beautiful, silent mountain he built himself a small cabin and there he lived never returning to the island of Fayal and never again setting eyes upon his secret love, Ida. He never again spoke a word to anyone, but the people called him the good hermit of Pico.
The Gift of Fruitful Words
Nobody ever knew his secret and when he died a peach tree grew from his grave – the symbol of silence. The leaf of the peach tree is shaped like a human tongue and inside the fruit is the heart shaped stone. Inside this stone is the seed which planted in the ground will produce a new tree and it is said,
“Words which bear fruit, spring from the heart and it is in silence we learn the gift of fruitful words.”
© 26/09/2018 zteve t evans
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Copyright September 26th, 2018 zteve t evans
The silence aspect makes it a very zen kind of myth.
Yes, I agree. Thanks for commenting, appreciated!
Nice post. I am just wondering which fruit do I bear roots to from all of my sacrifices. Hmmm. I suppose that will show on my grave. Some tree will come forth.
Good question and thanks for commenting! Mine will probably be a nut tree of some kind
LOL! A healing eucalyptus will be yours!❤😊☕
That’s what I need!
Being a remedy for all is firsthand self-healing.
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