Secrets kept
allow imaginings to take form.
In silence and stillness,
creation erupts.
Long ago, earth’s human creatures were mired in mud. Not ordinary mud mind you, but mud of their own making, the mud made when one is not careful enough about what one wishes for.
Their wishes were easily co-opted by those few who wished, secretly, to rule, as wishes always are once they are made known.
When wishes are told, power is given to the hearers. In some cases this is good. But when the hearer is not intended to hear, or when the hearer has broken boundaries to hear, things can go awry. If the telling has been coerced, contamination of the once noble wish, by false images and impure actions, is sure to follow.
Some said a good look at a being’s eyes would disclose that being’s intentions, whether bird, bee or slithering snake.
The people relearned how to look deeply into the eyes of all beings,
they became able to see intent,
they became very careful about their wishes and
they rose, radiant, from the mud
that their kind had been mired in
for thousands of years
This is my entry to Hive Garden Community's weekly ceative garden challenge for December. The prompt is Like a lotus flower, we too have the ability to rise from the mud, bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world.
I started out trying to write a parable, which changed into a poem. For a bit I tried to put it all into a poem, but decided a bit of both was just the thing. It is largely a freewrite (that took at least two hours to compose), and its meaning is still a mystery, even to me. But it does feel true and complete, so here it is for your perusal.
