The unreal god blinked his eyes. "But I AM real," he said to the few people within earshot. One shrugged his shoulders. "I AM!" he shouted, but no one heard.
The universe kept on going and not going, being and not being, as was its way, and not.
And the difference became aware of itself, flapping wings it had forgotten, carrying its burden of every possible metaphor, and this one.
The unreal god blinked his eyes. "But I AM real," he said to the few people within earshot. One shrugged his shoulders. "I AM!" he shouted, but no one heard.
ReplyDeleteThe universe kept on going and not going, being and not being, as was its way, and not.
And the difference became aware of itself, flapping wings it had forgotten, carrying its burden of every possible metaphor, and this one.
and the great sage
ReplyDeleteclimbed into the
nearest tree to
flee the heat-crazed
elephant the
King had loosed on
him.
Laughing, the king
controlled the beast
and told the sage,
"Come down, it's safe.
Though all the world's
unreal, you claim,
still you scampered
up!"
"My King," the sage
declared still perched
upon his branch.
"Whatever makes
you think, the un
real cannot harm
that which is un
real?"