Nün

The wound is bothering me. Intense pain every time i lift my foot. Ipass by the dean's office. No you cannot go in, meeting.Bottom step, at last!

I look up. He is standing in the middle, like he is meant to be there.Making my linear path look like the middle of nowhere, wilderness. I raise an eyebrow, are you meant to be here child? Im assuming that's his parents standing about yard away. Patterned Chaddar, black andwhite. Leather Moccasins. Huddled together.Hushed conversation.

As if by instinct,despite myself, i smile the second our eyes meet.You are so cute and small, the Maker made you to be smiled at!Amused at my surprise, warmed by his purity.He has a dazzling smile, returning mine as if we had been long lost friends from ieons ago. Don't worry I am meant to be here.
His eyes arewise, knowing as if we are both privy to the secret joke of life. Patterned Chaddar and Leather Moccasins would'nt know, he says, they take it all soseriously. But i can see that you understand.Our smiles spread together, till they convert to a low laughter justbefore i reach where he is standing.
He looks about 3. A moptop of thick,silky black hair. Tiny Shoes.

The Unity of existence, the Wahdut al Wujood.

I am purified and by the time i reach the Arts block i feel strangely new.
Your slate is always clean and disillusionment never lasts, Oog had said after the Great Betrayal.Words i had discarded then in my selfish, cynical misery. Misery makes us selfish.Isn't that what i preached to her only days ago the night of the storm on my rooftop?

The cycle of life. Death, birth, renewal.I am the dust at the feet of Tiny Shoes, and he is the tears in my eyes.