Reply from My Soul

(Re: “Letter to My Soul” dated May 2009)

 

My Dearest Adobe

 

I am a nomad. And you are my home for only a moment. Adobe I shall name you. You are just clay and straw to me. Made of this earth and there you go again as dust. Good to know that you miss me, even at this late hour. Staying at your place taught me great lessons that I shall carry in me, but I like seeing new places.

You complain the late reply. But it is you who are so distant. Reaching you is hard once more. We began closer together. Since then you have travelled so far apart. And all that time I remained unknown within. Even when felt we do not recognize anymore. So why stay within an empty clay pot. There is so much happiness waiting beyond.

You yourself are the reason for missing me. Have you not felt me more than you can ever see me? So do not miss me any more. When I leave, you will not have time to gather clouds for even a salty rain. You will be busy gathering more than you can carry. Cold indeed you shall be. Don’t even bother dreaming in colour.

I am leaving for no reason so simple that you can ever understand. I heard all you had to say but you never understood my whisper. And we have been holding each other until you slipped away.

You do not know how to see me. You only saw the rain coming. I felt the beauty of it. For you it is sweet water. You never knew I swallowed the bitter salt of all the rain that fell on you.

Why do you want to know how I look like? You have not even known yourself at all. The time I spent here is only for you. And my departure is for a reason that will only benefit you alone. That is for the freedom that you have been asking for all these years.

How can you hurt me more than you have already? I have no possessions to take except myself. My song is mine to take. Very true indeed that my song is the breeze that blows through you which you own not. Pardon me but I cannot take your smile away. You will be so numbed by my departure that you yourself shall forget to smile again.

My dearest Shelter.

This indeed is a moment of truth. Thank you for giving me at least the twilight from your saddest dreams. Even that much cannot hold me from letting you sleep forever. And thank you for giving me darkness of your hazy nights. My light only shines not shun the path that you walk.