Attending to Attar, Day 15
Do not be anxious. You cry into the darkness longing for more. More what? The same worldly treasures? You yearn for this and that while never being satiated. You stand by the water’s edge. Melancholy overcomes you. You mourn for a drink in blindness to your own reality. Desire for water is strong, but you do not move. Not one sip will you drink in fear of losing it all. You do not dare to lose even a drop, so sorrow is your way of life. Pity is your companion. You feel that to leave your world of longing would be too arduous of a journey, so you stand ridged and frozen to the river’s bank. You do not care to join in its journey to the sea. You wish to be left to your sorrowful longings.
Your fear of loss is misguided. To stand ridged at the water’s edge is to become entrapped in a tangle of brambles. They snare you with misgivings. Their thorns pierce your sensibilities and offer no solace. Your sorrows mount. You do not eat. You do not drink. Your desires remain insatiable. They will leave you to die unless you abandon your perch. Though you feel afraid and unworthy, the river awaits. Step into its current, for you are the water’s flowing. You are the energy of its existence. Take a step. Even one step will move you closer. If you do not take that step, then you cannot take another and another. The brambles will grasp you tighter and tighter. The river is waiting. Step now into its flow. Join with your true nature on its journey to the sea. You cannot lose what has always been yours.
