Words to Zeliboba: You're a Gift
Mar. 13th, 2021 11:42 amSummary:
"And where did YOU come from, Zeliboba?" the children from the Playground once asked.
And I wonder just as much where, was it another dimension, galaxy, or some other unexplored space, where your soul had been resting before it was summoned to our world.
Characters: Zeliboba the Dvorovoi and me ^_^
Side note: Like most of my fics about and for Zeliboba, this one is part my dialogue with him (parts written in italic), part my own thoughts about him (parts written in plain font).
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"And where did you come from, Zeliboba?" the children from the Playground once asked.
And I wonder just as much where, was it another dimension, galaxy, or some other unexplored space, where your soul had been resting before it was summoned to our world.
Maybe in there your body used to be slender, with a tail and a bright orange patch on your belly – the way I like – and got rebuilt almost from the very beginning in that world.
Maybe it wasn’t. You were still searching for your form, and that's why you weren't what you were yet. Just a stream of pure magic, without a name, or a face.
In here and in there you are just as delicate living creature, and that's what matters the most.
What gave birth to you – or the source of your self – was tender and loving. It allowed you to dive in the sky, play with the clouds, soak in the warmth of the sun, and then – cling to the ground, have golden arms and legs (that would keep you grounded – remember, as the artist that helped creating you said) and – because fur alone is not enough – to get a fluffy coat with a long trail and sleeves. To show you are able to love so much that you strive beyond yourself.
...you'd probably answer the kids from the neighborhood: “See for yourselves and decide who and what I look like, and then I'll tell you”. And then do as you wish: tell the whole story, and it will light a spark of discovery in their eyes; or, if you think that story is too delicate for the earth – keep it within yourself forever, to enjoy its life in a pleasant solitude and feel your heart respond to the source: I’m here, I’m here.
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