wama

27.01.08

a stingray skims the ocean floor. A bat clings to a windowpane as the sun begins to rise.

Thru the haze we see a wise man sits on a hill. We know he is wise because he has on a flowing robe that trails behind his back down to the foot of the mountain. He also sits crosslegged. This is how we recognize him. He has love in his heart and mind but his ideas are bursting up and out. He cannot, he will not keep them to himself. His hands stretch forward to another man with a beard and an impressive head dress. This man is as big as a mountain. With long straight features he looks thoughtful but a bit arrogant. He listens or at least appears to listen. In fact he does not need to listen because he is big, very big. His robe embraces the entire mountain as he leans back and watches the wiseman across from him speak his mind of love and caution. Between them there is a string of beads loosely strung. The beads become a piece of cloth and the wise man holds it slowly fanning a small fire in the gulf between them. A whisp of smoke echoes above their heads.

posted by la kara @ 09:42