Monday, January 2, 2012
the cups
A bunch of cups were sitting on a shelf. They began to size each other up. Each thought they were the only one capable of containing True Reality. Some were hoping and predicting the others would be smashed on the charge of False Containment. God opened the cupboard. They went wild with fevered anticipation. At last the day of reckoning had come! A wall of Wine came flooding through. Cups, shelves, cupboard, all were washed away. The Tsunami of the Wine of True Reality was beyond all expectation. The sputtering cups got so drunk they began singing a common song: How dry we were! How dry we were! We did not know how dry we were! God roared with laughter and led them in a round of Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey. True Reality was just a couple of words for nothing left to lose.
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Love it! Washed away by the sheer volume of what we don't know. I love your ending wordsong.That's how we used to sing it as kids. I was an adult before I discovered it was supposed to be: Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. I like the surreal version. Maybe in the next step of life we'll find the first version really was what was intended. I like looking through different eyes and hearing through enlightened ears.
ReplyDeleteI woke up this morning with the song "simple gifts" playing in my head, with the emphasis seemingly being placed on "'tis a gift to come down where we ought to be". It is so easy to think I am the only one who Knows, when the truth is, Knowing renders inadequate the process of thinking. Can you hear me singing along?
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