Excerpt from the letter "Loss", sent to my ever-fearful but brave Love:
My dear man:
Thank you for not dismissing any of my thoughts, questions, and even half-baked oddities... for honoring my concerns, and for giving me straight, honest responses when that's all I need.
You are such a beautiful soul. A Sufi (authentic one) would have a field day with you. You see, as you guessed, being a Sufi Muslim does help me in many ways, as the "Sufi way" is to learn all about these intricacies of the self -- its highs & lows, its conflicts & contradictions, its changes & growth -- in short it's a path of self-knowledge....
Not all Sufis use the same method to understand the truth of the human condition. Hence there are different "methods" -- distinct by their name & character. Interestingly my particular method (aka "tariqa" -- the Arabic term for "method") contemplates this reality of "loss".This is exactly what the conclusion is: "Loss is guaranteed."
Indeed, life is seen as a process of incremental, inevitable loss. Therefore, here's the only choice: At the moment of (often, inevitably sudden) loss, are you ready to give it all up? Because it doesn't matter even if you're ready. You're going to lose it all.Ah, at this moment, I must share with you a beautiful 3-second long dream I saw some ten days earlier: I'm standing at a wide, endless road. Suddenly a fog occurs, thickens, and envelops me. I realize if it builds up, it will "take my breath away". I shall die.It does, and I feel a helpless joy. My body shrivels, my breath is inevitably drawn out, and I fall like an ecstatic rag doll somewhere in this cloud-of-a fog.... happy that I'm going so quickly and won't have to do anything about it....
Never found out if I died completely, I woke up as I fell in the world's shortest dream.I had an incredibly good feeling. Death in a dream is good omen (for a Sufi, anyway). One, it means something significant has changed in our lives for the better. Two, we are closer to being ready -- for change, even for the big, accidental moment.
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I wasn't all so joyful all my life. Even as a child, I'd step out of a house festivity or a gathering of friends and just contemplate on how this, too, shall end. Sometimes I cried at those times. Mostly, I turned to the sky or a garden if one were near, and just reflect upon nature. How everything goes on... and yet stays put in an essential way....
Oh! Just occurs to me! Have you read Jostein Gaarder's novel "Maya"? It's a translated work and hence not the world's most fluent read. But perhaps I hadn't understood its sometimes bizarre theme. Read it years ago.
Dear, the meaning of that work unfolded over the years. It is the story of Frank, an anthropologist (?) estranged from his wife Ana after the unbearable death of their only child. As the millennium turns, Frank wonders if he'll ever love and have a child again? Realizing that it took millions of years for this planet to produce him, he wonders if all those years of history he contained shall go with him....
"Maya" is a beautiful piece of work. Perhaps a good read for you.
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With love and a smile,
_R
Sent: April 06, 2009




