A girl loved the solider. When he died, she came to his grave. And said, ' I'll always love you ' And he listened. From the skies. From the birds. But remain silent.

The soldier left a letter for the girl. In the letter, it was written, ' your wounds cannot bound you from your destiny '.

The girl cried. And smiled. Felt all emotions at once. Still couldn't grasp the essence of what he said. She went to the old man of the village. The old man was sitted near the river of the temple. Where the water was flowing ahead.

She asked the old man, ' what are you looking at ? '

The old man said, ' I'm watching my life passing by as water flows. '

She said, ' I can feel that too. The solider I loved . . died. '

The old man said, ' Oh, he became the sand from where he was born. His sufferings came to an end. Let him go. Let him be free. Of what was yours anyway ? Why are you so sad ? '

She became sad, ' I couldn't understand what you see. That knowledge is yours. All I have is my love for him. And I couldn't understand the last words he has left for me. That is, ' your wounds cannot bound you from your destiny '.

The old man said, ' Your wounds were never yours. They are the essense of either your body, or your mind. And they cannot bound you. For what you do is never yours, but of the destiny. What is there to bound if nothing is yours anyway. What bounds you are not the wounds. But your beliefs that they may bound you. Consider them as the very essense that fulfills your destiny. For nothing ever happens, without a reason. For nothing ever happens, without a genuine cause. See for yourself as you see your life passing by. As I've seen mine. '

She said, ' What does it all mean if he's not with me ? '

The old man said, ' Do you not love him ? Then see him in your heart. In the roses and the birds. For the body will decay. For the appearance belongs to your eyes. Things that'll die are not that you love. For things that die are things your body needs. That things that keep you afraid are what your mind needs. Let go of your attachments. For everyone dies one day anyway, either today or someday. Let go of things beyond what you cannot hold. And you'll see your heart goes on. For love is divine. You'll see him everywhere. For love that forever flows. '

She said, ' I understood. My grief is my own sorrow. My belonging is my own need. My love is my own destiny. For love will guide me. And will show me the way. '