The ashes of the phoenix
Traveler said:
I am feeling less inflammation now; I am already ashes I assume. Little by little I can put on a new dress; I must get ready for the birth of phoenix.
The companion said:
What ashes?!
Traveler said:
Those tiny particles which are spread through our short time together and are spread in your room can’t you see?
Companion said:
Are you talking about the red and white dusts?
I gathered them each month and carefully gave them to the wind, pardon me I didn’t know those were your ashes! If I knew I would have kept them in a chest!
It is too late now I have stopped your transforming into a phoenix; don’t send me anymore of your ashes perhaps you can still become a phoenix using the rest of the ashes.
Traveler said:
Don’t worry, my ashes will join the darkness of night, and the white ashes of mine will combine with the lighting of the day. Those ashes must become fertile through combining with the particles of the universe so they can present the phoenix to this universe.
If you have gathered them in a chest and kept them for yourself, this new birth would have never become!
It was necessary that you gave them to the wind so I could let go of this rotten dress of mine!
Or in other words to return to the circle of life
So don’t be sad and remember whenever you touched those ashes I felt warmer inside so I could touch your hands throughout my ashes.
The companion said:
What would you do if the phoenix is never born?
Traveler said:
I will be born again of this new love to the whole universe which is formed in me.
Written by: Amin Dezhakam
Translated by: Ehsan Ranjbar