Padma Medhani Patil (sweet_lime) wrote in afic, @ 2011-04-08 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !owl, character: anthony goldstein, character: padma patil, player: sarah, x player: gail |
To Anthony Goldstein
Dear Anthony, I heard a joke today, and it was very bad. Knock, knock. At first, I laughed. Then I wanted to tell it to you. And then? I missed you. I realized that all I can really say is that: I'm sorry, and I miss you. I want to see you, and to hold your hand. I want to be the steadfast font of comfort and familiarty for you that you have been for me. I don't know if you want me to be that, or if you'll let me, but I am offering it. [Attached is a copy of The Essential Rumi, wrapped in brown parcel paper and string. Inside, the following poem is marked with a torn slip of paper that reads: You must have shadow and light source both.] Enough Words? How does a part of the world leave the world? How can wetness leave water? Don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire! Don't wash a wound with blood! No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up. Sometimes, it's in front! Only full, overhead sun diminishes your shadow. But that shadow has been serving you! What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest. I can explain this, but it would break the glass cover on your heart, and there's no fixing that. You must have shadow and light source both. Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe. When from that tree, feathers and wings sprout on you, be quieter than a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a cooooooo. When a frog slips into the water, the snake cannot get it. Then the frog climbs back out and croaks, and the snake moves towards him again. Even if the frog learned to hiss, still the snake would hear through the hiss the information he needed, the frog voice underneath. But if the frog could be completely silent, then the snake would go back to sleeping, and the frog could reach the barley. The soul lives there in the silent breath. And that grain of barley is such that, when you put it in the ground, it grows. Are these enough words, or shall I squeeze more juice from this? Who am I, my friend? |