If you come to me at this moment, your minutes will become hours, your hours will become will become days. And your days will become your lifetime.
To the princess of the elephants. I disappeared one year ago. On that day, I received a letter. It calls me back, where my life with the elephants began. Please forgive us since the silence between us has been unbroken for one year. This letter breaks that silence. It marks the first of my 365 letters to you. One for each day of silence. I will never be more of myself than in these letters.
They are my maps of the earth path. And they are all that I know to be true.
You will remember everything. All will be as before. In the beginning of time, the skies were filled with flying elephants. Every night, they laid down in the same place in the sky and dreamt with one eye open. When you gaze up at the stars at night, you are looking at the unblinking eyes of elephants who sleep with one eye open to best keep watch over us.
Ever since my house burned down, I see the moon more clearly. I gaze upon the Edens that have fallen in me. I saw Edens that I had held in my hands but let gone. I saw promises I did not keep, pains I did not sooth, wounds I did not heal, tears I did not shed. I saw deaths I did not mourn, prayers that I did not answer, doors I did not open, doors I did not close, lovers I left behind, and dreams I did not live. I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept. I saw the letters I wished for, but never received. I saw all that could have been, but never will be.
An elephant with his trunk raised is a letter to the stars. A breaching whale is a letter from the bottom of the sea. These images are a letter to my dreams. These letters are my letters to you.
My heart is like an old house, who's windows have not been opened for years. But now I hear the windows opening. I remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the Himalayas. Sleeping on tails of manatees. The songs of the bearded seals. The bark of the zeebra. The clicks of the sand. The ears of the caracals. The sway of the elephants. The breaching of whales. And the silhouette of the eland. I remember the curl of the meerkat's toes, floating on the Ganges, sailing on the Nile. Endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers...I remember father to children...And the taste...I remember......And the pealing of the peach...I remember everything. But I do not remember ever having left.
Remember your dreams. Remember your dreams.Remember your dreams. Remember.
The longer I watch the Savanna elephants, the more I listen, the more that i open. They remind me of who I am.May the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra. I want to see through the eyes of the elephant. I want to join the dance that has no steps. I want to become the dance.
I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away. I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face. Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now, I would find it easier to recover the face I seemed to have lost. My own.
Feather to fire. Fire to blood. Blood to bone. Bone to marrow. Marrow to ashes. Ashes to snow. Feather to fire. Fire to blood.
What matters, is not what is written on the page. What matters, is what is written in the heart. So burn the letters. And lay their ashes on the snow, at the river's edge. When spring comes and the snow melts, and the river rises, return to the banks of the river, and reread my letters with your eyes closed. Let the words and the images
wash over your body like waves. Reread the letters, with your hand cupped over your ear.
Listen to the songs of Eden.
Page, after page, after page.
Fly the bird path.
Fly
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