Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition.
This metaphor of friendship can be grounded in the clay nature of the human body. When you find the person you love, an act of ancient recognition brings you together. It is as if millions of years before the silence of nature broke, your lover’s clay and your clay lay side by side. Then in the turning of the seasons, your one clay divided and separated. You began to rise as distinct clay forms, each housing a different individuality and destiny. Without even knowing it, your secret memory mourned your loss of each other. While your clay selves wandered for thousands of years through the universe, your longing for each other never faded. This metaphor helps to explain how in the moment of friendship two souls suddenly recognize each other. It could be a meeting on the street, or at a party or a lecture, or just a simple, banal introduction, then suddenly there is the flash of recognition and the embers of kinship glow. There is an awakening between you, a sense of ancient knowing. Love opens the door of ancient recognition. You enter. You come home to each other at last. As Euripides said, “Two friends, one soul".
~ John O'Donohue
As I read this I fall in love with the person who has written it (though I don't know who this person is yet these words that were written exactly mirror my feelings ) and it feels like even this person has some amount of the similar clay of which I was made of .
I don't know how true this is and I have no airs about me having some very high intellect , but in whatever capacity I am, to think and to feel to love and to connect, it feels joyful to have this.
So today, on this beautiful day, that's the birthday of my best friend, i dedicat it to her. Miss you Bhavana. Wish you all the love.
