The main words ___________________________________ The story was published at The World Healing Book, Beyond Borders, 2002 ___________

The book lay on the table. The big empty house had only one table and the book on it. The windows were opened. A fresh wind blew from the windows to the open door. Silence. I listened. Only the music of leaves from the open windows. I went to the table with interest. I thought, "This house reminds a space of memories. We want to catch our memories. They play with us like the fresh wind which is amusing itself with my interest in the book." The book had the title "For You." I opened it. Nothing… I could not understand what was the meaning of the book. "If it is for me then I should receive some information by reading this book," I thought. "An empty house and an empty book… Perhaps I should write something in the book? I think it should be the most important thing in my life. May be I should write the serious thoughts which often come to me?" I did not know. I went to the open window. A big green field lay before my eyes. Small yellow flowers looked up at me. Who could give me the answer about the strange book? I was alone. The house was empty. The book had nothing that could help me. I returned to the table. I decided to write all what I would like to write in that strange book. "I have complete freedom," I thought. "Full freedom is a rarity. I should make good use of this." "I love you," I wrote. Those words were my first words. I thought that I would begin a long story about my love which was very important in my life. But no. I did not have the words to describe my feeling. "What is it? Where is the flight of my words which always help me to have talks with people? Where is my sureness?" "I love"… The words were flying above the big green field. A ray of warm sun took the words and the house was empty again. "I love you" were the only words which were written on the first page of the book. Suddenly I felt that I was tired of the empty house and the white empty pages of the book and my wish to write something. I lost the desire to add something to those words. That was all what I could write in the book. It was full both of joy and sadness at the same time. I closed the book and went to the door. The fresh air was glad to take my body in its embrace. I received another freedom by the space of the field and high sky. "This is really the freedom for me," I thought. "I do not need to talk about my feelings and thoughts in that book. I will save my spiritual world for myself only. I will not tell to anybody about my main feelings." I was full of true emotions at that moment. I was full of my own sky and memories. I closed the door of the empty house and continued on the way of my life. It was not the end of that strange adventure for me. Much later I returned to the house. Many years of my life had passed. I was not young. The door of the strange house was opened as it had been many years ago. The field was green and beautiful too. I noticed that the house had grown much older. The book still lay on the table of the empty old house. "For you," I read again. I opened the book. The phrase "I love you" was written by many different people. I found no other words upon the pages. The book was not empty. People who had visited the house had written the words which were most important in their lives. No one had been able to find any words which could be added to the clarity of these tender words. The book was written. The house was full of beauty and hope. I closed the book. I closed the door of the house. I understood that the most important of our feelings were living in the space of fresh wind and in the warm smile of the sun. They cannot be spoken in the usual language of people. "I love you."