Born and raised among kindly atheists, the word prayer never really came up. But closet-spiritualists find novel and creative ways to cloak their prayers in the finery of metaphor and allegory… lest they be caught out by the spectre of merciless scientism. Heres a little prayer I created for humanitys Now… (But shh, dont tell anyone! *winks*) (Ill include links to the audio version, a video version, and a text version with embedded audio so you can follow along… in the comments section; all of which are highly recommended.) The Mouse in the Maze and His Flying Elephant The mouse was born in the maze ...and oh what a maze it was! Truly amazing! It was all he knew-- this being amazed... and confused... Perhaps for a time he thought of finding a way out, But no one he met had ever found the way-- For if anyone had... well... they’d... be... out! So he lived on the government cheese, and lived as mice will do. But displeased with such tedium... deep in the labyrinth... he began to think it through... Where do I go as I dream? Perfectly real-- the ordeal as I’m in it-- and then upon awakening... denied... unseen. Clearly. Here. I stand on denial... I deny... therefore I am not. ...and oh what a knot it was! Perhaps the dreamer is more real than I, and I, the schemer he can’t deny... And then quite suddenly amidst his mousely ruminations... He fell abruptly awake into a dream... and... The illumination of what he’d seen... seemed so terribly irrelevant, For what has a mouse to do with a big old flying elephant? But the elephant was patient, and yes, of course... wise. He waited for the mouse to speak-- a squeak... a pip... perhaps a peep-- before he’d offer his advice. Who are you? asked the mouse. Another part of you, said the flying elephant. But I can’t fly! And Ellie crashed to the floor. Must you deny? Well... I’m a mouse... after all... And then quite suddenly amidst his mousely chagrin The mouse had a fall... within... again... the labyrinth. He awoke to a sleepy daze-- the maze in a foggy haze-- had clearly seen some better days, But the ways of the maze Can make the most amazing days... crazy... And a mouse wouldn’t think twice about the relevance or reality Of what it might be like to be an elephant... who denies gravity! But a mouse’s dreams, tucked beneath old straw and droppings, Lie forgotten, forlorn... Swapping the reel for these scenes... of scorn... so vile and rotten. You see, what the mouse didn’t know... was... Who directs the show? He never would have guessed that blessed elephant would confess-- and really seem to understand-- that the flying elephant was at the mouse’s command. We are one, spoke Ellie in a dream: You are free will, And I am the wisdom to guide you... through empty and fill... until... The spirit resides and decides within you... as you breathe... so as you are. So the mouse directed the elephant toward the tasks that he found relevant Things with labyrinthian significance-- and utterly meaningless to flying elephants! For remember wisdom is elegance, not this floundering in the maze, And the mouse sometimes wanted done what wisdom cannot do-- amazing things to impress the kings and the tigers... at the zoo. Oh mouse, seize this advantage. What I see from my vantage-- tomorrow... and you... the curves in the road, the lessons and challenge; Lessen your burden; lighten your load! Use me according to your own imagination. ...and oh what an imagination it is! For the mouse thought his thoughts were his, not this script from beyond the scene-- But where do you think you have been every time that you dream... If not escaped from the labyrinth? Lay to rest this doubt once and for all... You’ve known the way out... always... You fall... asleep... And we speak... and the hallways and corridors of your amazement abate... As finally you realize that I’m yours... truly... to have a flying elephant is great!
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 15:16:20 +0000
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