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The End of Love, the Start of a Journey

It's not yet time, to forgive.

Later on, during a long break in my Yoga lesson, the teacher played a song that had never been played during the class. Hearing the first Guitar sounds of the prelude was enough to know that was it, the song that made you feel blessed all over and you could make peace with everything in the world - Magnificence by Daphne Tse. You lay down, with irrepressible tears flowing down.

In tears, you asked yourself once again: “have you forgotten it? The forgiveness you promised? Have you really recovered? Finally, before the music stopped, a weeping voice came from deep within: “he did nothing wrong, what could I forgive?”

You know that the one who needs forgiveness is actually yourself, who have been fighting against ghosts. The devil inside you makes you believe he did something wrong to you, but in fact all the resentment came from yourself.

You made a call to him, which was very brief. You could tell from it that there was nothing left - no love, no attachment, no hatred, and no resentment. You only took them as “all”, a part of the whole universe. Next time you sing “peace to all, joy to all, love to all”, you sing it for everyone, including him.

Excerpt from “Ubud, singing and forgiveness” in Here and Now by Marula Liu.

Dear Su,

“peace to all, joy to all, love to all.” As I listen to Magnificence sung by Daphne Tse, I leave the crowd at the market near Ubud Royal Palace and go towards the paths among terrace fields, trying to trace the steps of Marula Liu.

I remember that Marula Liu is your favorite writer and you used to talk a lot about going to the places where she had been to, imagining seeing the world with her eyes. Your eyes sparkled as you said these words. I have never seen such beautiful eyes in the world. I have been keeping this idea in my mind for the whole time, but forgot to tell you.

Do you remember the end of Marula Liu’s story about Ubud? She said she had forgiven that guy, and by doing so, forgiven herself. But now maybe the time hasn’t come yet. Our memories still haunt me. In order to drive away those overheated memories, I buy some coconut juice at a little store nearby, where the shopkeeper’s daughter looks at me with her innocent eyes open wide. Jesus! It reminds me of you again!

Ubud, a town where tourists seek serenity, disturbs me and keeps me away from peace.

Missing you Bin

 

 

(Photo credit: Jin Yiming)

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