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Sand and Foam | Started by: --Prophet-- on Oct 10, '09 02:07 |
Sand and Foam: First
Once I filled my hand with mist. It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. They say to me in their awakening, "You and the world you live in
are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea." Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, "Who are you?" The first thought of God was an angel. We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand
years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words. The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said, "A grain of sand is
a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent
again." Long did I lie in the dust of Egypt, silent and unaware of the seasons. Remembrance is a form of meeting. Forgetfulness is a form of freedom. We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one who looks down from the windows of the Milky Way. Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity. Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain? On my way to the Holy City I met another pilgrim and I asked him, "Is this indeed the way to the Holy City?" Make me, oh God, the prey of the lion, ere. You make the rabbit my prey. One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night. My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past." How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth? Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain. Every seed is a longing. |
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