An EAGLE made her nest at the top of a lofty oak. A CAT, having found a convenient hole, moved into the middle of the trunk that tree. Then, a SOW, with her young, took shelter in a hollow at its foot.
The Cat cunningly resolved to destroy this chance-made colony. To carry out her design, she climbed to the nest of the Eagle and said, "Destruction is preparing for you, and for me too, unfortunately. The Wild Sow, whom you see daily digging up the earth, wishes to uproot the oak, so she may on its fall seize our families as food for her young."
Having thus frightened the Eagle out of her senses, she crept down to the cave of the Sow, and said, "Your children are in great danger; for as soon as you go out with your litter to find food, the Eagle is prepared to pounce upon one of your little pigs."
Having instilled these fears into the Sow, she went and pretended to hide herself in the hollow of the tree. When night came she went forth on silent foot and obtained food for herself and her kittens, but pretended to be afraid; she kept a lookout all through the day.
Meanwhile, the Eagle, full of fear of the Sow, sat still on the branches and the Sow, terrified by the Eagle, did not dare to go out from her cave. And thus they both, along with their families, perished from hunger, and afforded ample provision for the Cat and her kittens.
***
Moral of the story...do not seek shelter on the oak tree where there is a cat. Ok, I am being sarcastic. As they always say...”stone, stone in the sky”...
You have entered a private realm. Unravel the pieces of my puzzle and look at the world though my looking glass. Only then will you understand why I am ME.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Windburn (A Mighty Wind, Part 2)
The time between arriving
And finally leaving
Is sometimes called
LEARNING A LESSON.
***
Some say we have to let go of the past. Others say that we must hold on to it and let its lessons direct our future. I say the past made me who I am today. I am not a slave of the past...I am more of the product of the past. I live in the NOW, but the magic and the tragedy of the yesteryear remains my blueprint in life.
***
The dawning of a new light splashes the kaleidoscope with immaculate colors. Somehow, it adds sparkle to the already bruised and livid panorama. Somewhere, a promising sunshine is beginning to emerge from the dissipating clouds. And with it comes the unfolding of the proverbial silver lining.
As I float in my ethereal sea of cynicism and anarchy, I realize that though the mighty wind banished so many things, it did usher some new revelations. To push the envelope further, it was what’s FRAGILE that was swept by this mighty wind. The staggering and the deep-seated remains the same. A test of strength if you can call it.
As the tide ebbs and flows, it is nostalgic to see the remnants of the shattered past drifting in shambles. The slice of paradise that was scrutinized under an unforgiving microscope and given a different color. The bonds that brought us together and eventually teared us apart. The dual faces who made mountains out of molehills and who will soon fall from their make-shift pedestals.
There is nothing like regret, to remind you you’re alive.
Anyway, soon I will leave most of it behind. My sights are set on the promise of the horizon. And the fulfilment of a long-standing oracle.
***
The world became familiar
Like the mystery shape of your heart
But the burns on my fingers
Were all that was left of the spark
And finally leaving
Is sometimes called
LEARNING A LESSON.
***
Some say we have to let go of the past. Others say that we must hold on to it and let its lessons direct our future. I say the past made me who I am today. I am not a slave of the past...I am more of the product of the past. I live in the NOW, but the magic and the tragedy of the yesteryear remains my blueprint in life.
***
The dawning of a new light splashes the kaleidoscope with immaculate colors. Somehow, it adds sparkle to the already bruised and livid panorama. Somewhere, a promising sunshine is beginning to emerge from the dissipating clouds. And with it comes the unfolding of the proverbial silver lining.
As I float in my ethereal sea of cynicism and anarchy, I realize that though the mighty wind banished so many things, it did usher some new revelations. To push the envelope further, it was what’s FRAGILE that was swept by this mighty wind. The staggering and the deep-seated remains the same. A test of strength if you can call it.
As the tide ebbs and flows, it is nostalgic to see the remnants of the shattered past drifting in shambles. The slice of paradise that was scrutinized under an unforgiving microscope and given a different color. The bonds that brought us together and eventually teared us apart. The dual faces who made mountains out of molehills and who will soon fall from their make-shift pedestals.
There is nothing like regret, to remind you you’re alive.
Anyway, soon I will leave most of it behind. My sights are set on the promise of the horizon. And the fulfilment of a long-standing oracle.
***
The world became familiar
Like the mystery shape of your heart
But the burns on my fingers
Were all that was left of the spark
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