Through The Smoke

The old man lit his pipe,    images

Blowing smoke above and below

and in the four directions.

Then he blew smoke on himself

to be at one with the cosmos

And told the boy a story about the first big snow.

The boy was bored. He didn’t listen.

“Too bad,” thought the old man, “here’s a boy who

can’t see a thing with his eyes shut.”

Why couldn’t he understand that the story

wasn’t about the first snow but the bond

between the people and the great

powers who control everything?

The boy had been to school and lost his senses.

“You missed the point,” the old man cried, ashamed for him.

“Go off by yourself and think about it.

Go make up your own story.”


Talking Story, by William Heath, Ph.D.

From “The Walking Man”


About Ray V.

Living in Aiken, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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