The gift of water Posted on 16th December 201816th December 2018by DJ Loading Likes... Someone who doesn’t know the Tigris River exists brings the caliph who lives near the river a jar of fresh water. The caliph accepts, thanks him, and gives in return a jar filled with gold coins. “Since this man has come through the desert, he should return by water.” Taken out by another door, the man steps into a waiting boat and sees the wide freshwater of the Tigris. He bows his head, “What wonderful kindness that he took my gift.” Every object and being in the universe is a jar overfilled with wisdom and beauty, a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth more shining, as though covered in satin. If the man had seen even a tributary of the great river, he wouldn’t have brought the innocence of his gift. Those that stay and live by the Tigris grow so ecstatic that they throw rocks at the jugs, and the jugs become perfect! They shatter. The pieces dance, and water … Do you see? Neither jar, nor water, nor stone,nothing. You knock at the door of reality, shake your thought-wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
