Sit with me, my friend
A horizon stretches out before us, the desert in early spring fecund briefly with life, the sun not yet demanding. A path though the dunes, past fragrant cedar trees and toward distant mountains shimmers in the heated air. Sparrows and finches race past, their peeping calls answered by their bretheren who have already found a spot in the shade to sit and converse.
You and I are looking at this road that stretches out before us. It is a journey we have been travelling without knowing it. It brings us together now.
It is also my love story with you. Somehow the flux of time, circumstance and history have brought us here to meet. Because I know we are meant to be together, I cannot do anything less than love you. Our threads in the tapestry of the universe have met and are woven together, I am here because of you.
You, in part, brought about this meeting.
I know, though this is a strange thing to hear, you see the truth of it, we would not have met this way if you could not see the truth, however dimly and distant.
Sit with me, my friend, and I will show you, as best I can, what is on this path. I cannot walk it for you. Long ago, in the midst of a calamatous storm, the wind tearing at your clothes, you walked this same road. I was there, too. That is why it seems so familiar, but forgetfulness makes you doubt. You know the road, but stories and confusions abound, and we have met to talk about them, to see the stories for what they are, and so that you may have greater strength on your journey.
Words will fail, because no words, no sounds, no images can illustrate the path completely. Words can illumine, but we run the risk that they may obscure. What I will tell you, and the things I will show you are true, but it is up to you to clear your eyes and peer into the distance,
and finally, to see.
With my deepest love,
Your servant,
Mu'id
