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”