07/01/2022
๐๐ก๐ค๐ค๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ '๐จ ๐ง๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ก๐๐๐. ๐ฆ๐๏ธ
A STREAM, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its waters disappeared. It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way.
Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: 'The Wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.'
The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.
'By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.'
But how could this happen?
'By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind. The wind', said the sand, 'performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river.'
'How can I know that this is true?'
'It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.'
'But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?'
You cannot in either case remain so,' the whisper said. 'Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again.'
And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away.
And that is why it is said that the way in which the Stream of Life is to continue on its journey is written in the Sands.
๐ป๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐
๐ - ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ข ๐