Hello precious,
Let me start my letter by telling you how
grateful I am that we are together again. Very very very very grateful and even
more than that. I’m the gratefulness exclaimed in the sigh of parched, cracked
land tortured by months of draught when the first raindrops of a monsoon kiss
it. I’m the gratefulness that an explorer lost in a cave labyrinth experiences
at the sight of a light showing him the way out of the cold darkness. I’m the
gratefulness of a mother when her child comes back home unharmed after long
years of waiting.
I never entirely realized you were a loyal
companion of mine, until I lost you. I dimmed your light by my teenage anger
and ego hunt, and then buried you deep underground by 5 years of senseless army
drill and twisted ideas about myself and the world.
When I finally found my way out of that bad
dream, it was like jumping on an empty train, heading to unknown destination
and arriving at this familiar train station with many platforms but nobody
around. Rays of afternoon light piercing the filter of dust on the tall window
panes of arrival hall revealed occasional flicker of pigeons’ wings, adding to
the quiet suspense of the moment. I got off the train empty handed, stepped
silently on the hard surface of platform, looked around and closed my eyes for
a second as the afternoon light blinded me. When I opened them again I noticed
a lonely motionless figure standing further away at the same platform, facing
me.
Some mysterious urge put my feet into
movement. I was walking towards that unknown figure and suddenly I realized
that its nature was good, it was friendly. Distance between us was getting
smaller, until I could make out the outline of a smile on the stranger’s face.
And then I looked him in the eyes and it all came back in the deafening crack
of a mountain avalanche triggered by the weight of a single snowflake.
It was you, welcoming me with open arms,
and before I knew it, I was hugging you hard and tears were streaming down my
face. You squeezed me gently and whispered softly to my ear: “Hush there, hush
my dear. You made it out of the dark forest and I’ll make sure that you won’t
get lost again.”
True to your words, since that day our paths
never parted. Since that glorious day we painted hundreds of tickets to
happiness and we just started! There’s so much more to come and sky is the
limit!
I wake up and I feel your comforting
presence within me. Before I close my eyes at night, my last thoughts of
gratitude and veneration go to you, my creative self.
Forever yours,
Creativity is in our nature. It manifests in countless ways and each of us can express it as naturaly as each of us can breathe. It comes from botomless source and it comes for free. It is a gift, but it needs to be loved, it needs to be sought after. Love it, express it, and never let it go! Namaste.
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