Chapter 29 bid farewell

It was already night. Blessed is this day, this place, and the heart to which you pour out, said the prophetess Elmetra. He replied: "Am I just a talker? Am I not also a listener?" He descended the steps of the temple, and the people followed him.He boarded his ship and stood on the deck. Facing the people again, he raised his voice and said: "People of Orphalias! The wind is urging me to leave you. "Though I am not as eager as the wind, I must go. "We are vagabonds ever seeking lonelier paths, our days are not Another day begins at the end; nor will the morning sun find us where the evening sun left us.

"Even when the earth sleeps, we are on our way. "We are living seeds, and when our hearts are ripe and fulfilled, we are offered Let the wind blow away in all directions. " The days I spent among you were short, and the words I poured out to you were even shorter. But if my voice dies from your ears and my love dies from your hearts, then I will come again, I will speak with a fuller heart and more spiritual lips. Yes, I will come on waves, Maybe death will hide me, deeper silence will cover me, but again I will seek your understanding. And my search will not be in vain.

If I speak the truth, then the truth will express itself in words that are clearer and closer to your hearts. O people of Orphalias!I will go with the wind, but not into the void; If today is not the day to fulfill your needs and fulfill My love, then let it be the hope that someday it will be. A man's needs may change, but his love does not change, nor does his desire to satisfy his needs with love. You should know that I will return from a deeper silence. The fog that dissipates at dawn leaves the dew on the earth, which rises and condenses into clouds, and then turns into rain and falls.

I am no different from fog. I have occupied your streets in the still of night, and my spirit has floated into your houses. With your heart beating in my breast, your breath in my face, I know you all. Yes, I feel your joys and your pains, and the dreams of your sleep are mine too. How many times have I been among you like a lake in a valley. I am like a mirror, reflecting your mountain peaks, your crooked slopes, even the thoughts and desires that linger in your hearts. The laughter of your children in the stream and the longing of your youth in the river floated into my heart. When they come to the depths of my heart, the brooks and rivers still don't stop singing.

But something sweeter than laughter, deeper than longing, entered my heart. Such is the infinity in you; This is a giant, and you are but cells and tendons in his body; He is a singer, to whom your singing is but a soundless trembling. In giants you are vast, I love you by looking at him, looking at you. Where is the place that love can reach that does not belong to the territory of this element? What insights, what expectations, what hypotheses can fly over that airspace? The giant stands within you like a great oak covered with apple blossoms, His strength binds you to the earth, his fragrance lifts you to the air, and in his immortality you live forever.

You have often been told that you are as weak as the weakest link. This is half true.For you are also as strong as the strongest link. To evaluate you by your small actions is to speculate on the majesty of the sea by the fragility of bubbles. To judge you by your failures is to blame the seasons for their capriciousness. Indeed, you are like the sea, Like the sea, you No rush to get wet. You too are like the seasons, Though in winter you forsake spring, But look at the spring in your heart, smile in your sleep, don't take it seriously. Don't think I'm talking about this so you can say to each other "He praises us. He

Only see our strengths". What I tell you in words is what your own consciousness comprehends. Is not verbal knowledge the shadow of invisible knowledge? Your consciousness and my words, are waves from our closed memories that record our past, Recording those distant days when the earth knew neither us nor herself, Recorded also those nights, when the earth tossed and tossed in chaos and perplexity. The wise come to bring you wisdom, but I come to seek your wisdom: For I have discovered something beyond wisdom. That is the spirit that burns continuously in you, And you did not heed its development, but mourned the passing of your years.

This is life pursuing life in the flesh that fears the grave. There are no graves here. These mountains and plains are the cradle, the stepping stones of the brook. Whenever you walk past the place where your ancestors are buried, watch carefully and you will see yourselves dancing with your children holding hands. Indeed, you often create joy without knowing it. You have been visited by others, too, who have paid you riches, power, and glory for their golden promise to your beliefs. What I give you is not worth a promise, but you are more generous to me. You have given me a deeper desire for life.

Indeed, there is no better gift in the world to a man than to turn all his hopes into burnt lips, and all his life into oasis. Here is my glory and reward,-- Whenever I come to the fountain to drink, I find that the stream of life is also thirsty; When I drink it, it drinks me. Some of you think I'm condescending or too timid to accept gifts. I am indeed too proud to accept payment, but not a gift. Though when you invite me to sit at your table, I eat on the grapes of the mountains, Though you invited me to stay, I slept in the porch of the temple. However, isn't it your love for me day and night that makes food sweet in my mouth and beautiful scenery in my dreams?

For this I wish you: You give so much and you don't know it. Verily, the mercy that admires itself in the mirror, turns to stone, Good deeds boasting of various good names will turn into a source of curses. Some of you think I'm aloof, reveling in my solitude, Say, "He talks to the trees of the forest, but he pays no attention to man. "He sits alone on the top of the mountain overlooking our city." Indeed, I have climbed high mountains and walked through lonely places. But how can I see you if not from higher and farther? How can people get close if they are far away from their original appearance?

Others of you have said to me, but not in words, they have said: "O weirdo, weirdo! You who love unattainable heights, why do you perch on a peak where no falcons nest? "Why do you always pursue the impossible? "What kind of storm do you want to snare? "What imaginary bird do you catch in the air? "Come down and be one of us. "Come down and satisfy your hunger with our bread, and quench your thirst with our wine." Thus they say in the solitude of their souls; But if they have a deeper loneliness, they will understand that all I seek is your joy with painful secrets, All I capture is your larger selves flying through the air. But the hunter is also the prey; Because my many arrows are only to find my own chest. The flyer is also the crawler; For when my wings stretch out in the sun, the shadow cast on the ground is the turtle. And I, a believer, am a doubter; Because I used to touch my own wounds with my fingers, so I will trust and understand you more. With this trust and understanding, I say, You are not bound by a body, nor imprisoned by houses or boundaries. Your true self lives on the top of a high mountain and travels with the wind. It is not an animal that rises to seek warmth and burrows for safety, It is a spirit that is free, tolerant of the world, and soaring in the air. If the words are ambiguous, don't try to clarify them. Kneeling represents the beginning of everything, not the end. And I would like you to remember me as a beginning. Life, and indeed all living beings, are conceived in the mist, not in the crystal. But who knew that the crystal was but a fog of decay? I want you to remember me when you remember: Those of you who seem the weakest and most bewildered are the strongest and most persistent. Is it not your breath that supports your frame and makes it strong? Wasn't it a dream that none of you remember built your castles and made everything in them? If you had seen the breath-breathing tide, you would have been blind to all else; If you had heard the whisper in the dream, you would have been deaf to all other sounds. But you neither see nor listen, and that's fine. For the veil that covers your eyes shall be raised by the hands that wove it, The mud that clogs your ear canals will be pierced by the fingers that knead it. Thus you will see, You will hear. But you should not regret that you have been blind or deaf. For in those days you will know the hidden purpose of all things, Thereby bless the darkness as much as the light. After saying these words, he looked around and saw the helmsman of his ship standing by the helm, staring at the full sail, and then looking into the distance. He then said: Waiting patiently, my captain is still waiting patiently. The wind has risen, the sails are restless; Even the anchor begs to set sail; But still my captain awaits my silence. My sailors, who have heard Fahai's grander choruses, listen patiently to me. Now they don't have to wait any longer. I am ready. The stream has run into the sea, and the great mother has once again taken her son in her arms. Farewell, people of Orphalias! The day is over. It closes on our hearts like a lotus closes its own tomorrow. We shall preserve all that is given to us here, If not, then we must meet again and together extend our arms to the Giver. Don't forget, I will come back to you. In a little while, my wish will gather motes and foam for another body. A little while, a little thought in the wind, and another woman will conceive me. Farewell, you!Farewell, my youth among you! Just yesterday we met in a dream. You sing to me in my solitude, and I build a castle in the air for your longing. And now, our sleep has escaped, our dreams are over, and it is not dawn. The day is gone, our chaos has reached its full day, and we must part. If we meet again in the strands of memory, we will talk, and you will sing a more affectionate song for me. If our hands meet in another dream, we'll build another castle in the air. While speaking, he motioned to the sailors, and they immediately pulled anchor and set sail, left the berth, and headed east. The cry rose from the crowd as if bursting from the same heart, and merged into the twilight, like a trumpet whine, echoing on the sea. Only Elmetra remained silent, following the ship until it disappeared into the mist. When all the people dispersed, she was still standing alone on the seawall, reminiscing about his words in her heart, "In a little while, thinking about it in the wind, another woman will conceive me. "