Post by A.H. on Jul 29, 2006 2:07:29 GMT -5
Alone
A sandstone sat in the cool, dark earth, no eyes to see, no ears to
hear, and mourned, "I am alone." A rumble came, and the earth moved,
the sandstone tumbled end over end to lie in a pile with other
sandstones in the warmth of the sun.
A sandstone sat in the warm, bright sun, no eyes to see, no ears to
hear, and mourned, "There seem to be others with me, but I am still
alone." A rumble came, the pile moved, the sandstone tumbled side
over side to land in a pile with other sandstones in a place where it
rumbled all the time.
A sandstone slid a bit on a rumbling pile, no eyes to see, no ears to
hear, and mourned, "There are others with me, and something strange is
happening, but nonetheless I am alone." The rumbling ended in a
great, screeching tumble, then a bouncing and sliding, constantly moving.
A sandstone bounced and slid, constantly moving, no eyes to see, no
ears to hear, and wondered, "There are others with me, everything is
always moving, chips are flying from me in every direction, why am I
so alone?" The bouncing stopped suddenly, the sandstone began
falling, then hit with a slam and was ground into bits, mixing and
mingling, countless millions of sand grains slid down and down.
Myriads of sand grains slid down and down, flowing like water, mixing
and mingling, no eyes to see, no ears to hear, chanting, "We are not
alone." This a hissing came, and a slow sinking pouring, then came
great heat, and a melting and melding, a forming and cooling, a
shaping anew.
A crystal sat, pure Light flowing through it, refracting, reflecting
the rays as they shone, having no need of eyes, having no need of
ears, knowing, "We are One, we were never alone."
(by S.F. White, 1997)
A sandstone sat in the cool, dark earth, no eyes to see, no ears to
hear, and mourned, "I am alone." A rumble came, and the earth moved,
the sandstone tumbled end over end to lie in a pile with other
sandstones in the warmth of the sun.
A sandstone sat in the warm, bright sun, no eyes to see, no ears to
hear, and mourned, "There seem to be others with me, but I am still
alone." A rumble came, the pile moved, the sandstone tumbled side
over side to land in a pile with other sandstones in a place where it
rumbled all the time.
A sandstone slid a bit on a rumbling pile, no eyes to see, no ears to
hear, and mourned, "There are others with me, and something strange is
happening, but nonetheless I am alone." The rumbling ended in a
great, screeching tumble, then a bouncing and sliding, constantly moving.
A sandstone bounced and slid, constantly moving, no eyes to see, no
ears to hear, and wondered, "There are others with me, everything is
always moving, chips are flying from me in every direction, why am I
so alone?" The bouncing stopped suddenly, the sandstone began
falling, then hit with a slam and was ground into bits, mixing and
mingling, countless millions of sand grains slid down and down.
Myriads of sand grains slid down and down, flowing like water, mixing
and mingling, no eyes to see, no ears to hear, chanting, "We are not
alone." This a hissing came, and a slow sinking pouring, then came
great heat, and a melting and melding, a forming and cooling, a
shaping anew.
A crystal sat, pure Light flowing through it, refracting, reflecting
the rays as they shone, having no need of eyes, having no need of
ears, knowing, "We are One, we were never alone."
(by S.F. White, 1997)