The Matter of A Song .

You say:

I found an empty pot somewhere and I want you to fill it with gold.

I say:

What is the pot made of, my darling, and will the gold be carried safely, if I fill it in?

You say:

Why do you ask? Is it not enough that I bring it to you?

I say:

I trust you and your strong hands and I will fill it with gold and diamonds if it is you who will carry it after ...

You say:

How many pots have you filled before? How many have seen your work? Not many. So do not ask questions and thank me that your gold will dazzle and astound those who I bring it to.

I say:

Yes, my darling, but I do not carry an abundance of the precious stones. It will take many days to carve them if each one is to be full of meaning. I intend to use them for yours and mine protection.

You say:

Is it not enough that I have strong belief in my merchants? Do not protect me, I know everything about how to protect myself. Follow my wish and if you choose not to, I will find another stone maker who will be only happy to be a part of my quest...

I say:

I love you and I will go where your love takes me. I only ask questions that you can answer with love and care, as you always did.

You say:

Your questions seem to me full of arrogance.

I say:

I ask about the merchants and how they trade with you without an offence that you seem to find in my questions.

You say:

What are you afraid of? Isn't my judgment enough for you as reassurance that you seek? You will benefit greatly if only you could trust me.

I say:

I trust you but I fear that those who you carry it to might take it without knowing my intentions and trade it on the market where thieves and abusers thrive...;I would seek further knowledge and ask you to bring me with you to those who will take what we give...;

You say:

This is not the time for you to make such requests. All I ask is for you to fill the pot and I will take it there. You upset me with your doubts and fears and if you persist I will find another way. You promised to give, so keep your promise. Besides, it is me who begged them to take it from us.

I say:

Why did you have to beg them?

You say:

There are others lined up to give for the joy of giving.

I say:

I gave many times freely and many a one were lost in vain. My gifts were misused and served those who are used to taking without looking at what they take. Each time my offerings were filled with all goodness I had in me.

You say:

You are wasting our time

I say:

I only want to know what is their purpose and aspiration. If their intent delights me, then I will take the pot from your hands and fill it with the best of my heart.

You say:

You ask to many questions and make too many requests: my patience is running out. I don't want your gold any more and I will walk away.

I say:

Please, do not walk away. I love you and I want to serve our common purpose. I only seek knowledge from you and if my offerings are important to you - give me a little lift, put a little heart in your persuasion and above all - have patience that will give us a place where we can understand each other.

You say:

I must go now. There are others coming my way that I have to give my attention to.

I say:

I have the gold and you have the pot. This is all we know before we meet again.

Now silence.