Yes, we return to the source one way, or another. |
Two guys were sitting by a stream. Just minding their own business.
No one else was around. One guy said, "How about reversing the process?" The other guy looked at him like he was crazy. Why am I the last to know such things? The guy with the idea got up and left. The other guy put his feet in the cool water. He left after a short time, never to see that guy again. Before long, he began to feel rejuvenated; energetic. This went on for a few years, until he had to go back to school. He was forgetting a few things. And what he didn't know, he forgot also. Then, his mother stepped in and took care of him again. This innocence was never lost;it had gone asleep. It was safe, wonderous; the world was brand new. And still he forgot. Life is wonderful; in full bloom. Nearer to God; he spoke in tongues no one understood. But he tried to learn the words. And the day came.... ...when Mother found his nature on the floor. Not knowing, she wiped it up and washed it away in the sink. It found its way to the sewer and to the stream. It flowed by that other guy, but he didn't know... He just planted the seed. |