Seperti bisa membaca pikiran, seorang kawan yang sangat murah hati membawakan ‘makan siang’ di saat saya sedang malas keluar kantor: makan siang itu hadir dalam secangkir kopi, sepotong blueberry muffin, dan dua lembar tisu serbet.

Yang satu bertuliskan puisi Rumi, The City of Saba (2):

The people of Saba feel bored with just the mention of prophecy
They have no desire of any kind, maybe some idle curiosity about miracles, but that’s it
This over-riches is a subtle disease. Those who have it are blind to what’s wrong and deaf to anyone who point it out
The city of Saba cannot be understood from within itself, but there is a cure, an individual medicine, not a social remedy
Sit quietly and listen for the voice that will say, be more silent
As this happens, your soul starts to revive
Give up talking, and your positions of power
Give up the excessive money
Turn toward the teachers and the prophet who do not live in Saba
They will help you grow sweet again, and fragrant and wild and fresh and thankful for any small event

Saya memandang ke luar jendela. Matahari bersinar terik. Siang yang panas. But in my heart, it’s raining. Dan saya selalu jatuh cinta pada hujan.

PS: Not as requested, yep, maybe. This is a lot better! Thanks, dear 🙂