Reflections... an inner thing of
unsurpassed joy... a thing as easily destroyed as dew upon the grass or the sheen
upon the petal of a flower... but here, I’ll set it down in writing, opening the
treasures of my inmost heart in simple allegory . . .
IT WAS MORNING in Everland ~ the eternal morning of a magical land that has no end of delights flowing through its heart. In dream I
was walking slowly through the upward valley, wondering if I could be seen or
known of anyone or anything. I was lonely.
Soon
I came to the top of a low green hill. I saw the Clouds. I looked up and
up at them. “Do you know my name?” I asked.
“Is it Cirrus,
or Nimbus; Altostratus, or Cloud?’ they answered. “Is it Ribbon-Rain, or
Cotton-Breeze; Airy-Swirl, or Billow?”
“No,” I replied;
and laughed. “They are not my name!”
“But you are
like a Cloud!” they said. “You are like us! Full of mystery! We are blown and shaped by the Wind and no
one knows what shape we will be tomorrow; or where we come from or where we are
going. We are new every day; and you, too!” said the Clouds.
“I, too, am full
of mystery, like a beautiful Cloud?” I wondered; and I walked on... to see what I
should see.
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