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the cricket, the firefly and the wind


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In a forest by a this pond

 

Far so far away

 

By the early rising Dawn

 

I heard a cricket say,

 

“Dust to dust and nothing more,

 

Less you be the wind!

 

Dust to dust, forevermore

 

Must there be no end!”

 

 

On and on this cricket cried

 

Far so far away

 

By the pond where nothing died

 

And everything did pray

 

“Dust to dust that is the Law

 

The Law of Love and Light,

 

Dust to dust, to be but All

 

And All to be so bright!”

 

 

On and on the cricket chirped

 

Silence filled the air

 

Nothingness now did lurk

 

Searching for Despair

 

“I am the Wind,” a willow said,

 

“Weeping by the Pond!

 

I am the Wind, my friend, instead

 

To me the Dust belongs!”

 

 

“Well, indeed, do be the breeze,”

 

Replied the cricket, “Fine!”

 

“Blow upon our soulful seas,

 

Making waves divine!”

 

 

Now a firefly flew over

 

To join the conversation,

 

“Are you talking of Jehovah?”

 

He cried with great elation

 

“If you are do let me listen,”

 

The firefly did ask,

 

“No brighter Star than His does glisten,

 

In whose light we bask!”

 

 

“Well, indeed, we speak of Bliss,”

 

The willow then did say,

 

“And we speak of Emptiness,

 

Beyond the Dawn of Day!”

 

 

“Everything is Everything,”

 

Said the little cricket,

 

“Dust to Dust is what we sing,

 

Jehovah be our witness!”

 

 

“He is the Light burning bright,”

 

Rejoiced the firefly,

 

“In the deepest dark of Night,

 

In the starry sky!”

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abstrect-christ

nicely done ross :-8)

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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In a forest by a this pond

 

Far so far away

 

By the early rising Dawn

 

I heard a cricket say,

 

"Dust to dust and nothing more,

 

Less you be the wind!

 

Dust to dust, forevermore

 

Must there be no end!"

 

 

On and on this cricket cried

 

Far so far away

 

By the pond where nothing died

 

And everything did pray

 

"Dust to dust that is the Law

 

The Law of Love and Light,

 

Dust to dust, to be but All

 

And All to be so bright!"

 

 

On and on the cricket chirped

 

Silence filled the air

 

Nothingness now did lurk

 

Searching for Despair

 

"I am the Wind," a willow said,

 

"Weeping by the Pond!

 

I am the Wind, my friend, instead

 

To me the Dust belongs!"

 

 

"Well, indeed, do be the breeze,"

 

Replied the cricket, "Fine!"

 

"Blow upon our soulful seas,

 

Making waves divine!"

 

 

Now a firefly flew over

 

To join the conversation,

 

"Are you talking of Jehovah?"

 

He cried with great elation

 

"If you are do let me listen,"

 

The firefly did ask,

 

"No brighter Star than His does glisten,

 

In whose light we bask!"

 

 

"Well, indeed, we speak of Bliss,"

 

The willow then did say,

 

"And we speak of Emptiness,

 

Beyond the Dawn of Day!"

 

 

"Everything is Everything,"

 

Said the little cricket,

 

"Dust to Dust is what we sing,

 

Jehovah be our witness!"

 

 

"He is the Light burning bright,"

 

Rejoiced the firefly,

 

"In the deepest dark of Night,

 

In the starry sky!"

 

Hello Ross

I loved reading this, beautiful tale, more like a song, nice rhythm and flow with a gentle melodious ring

Best wishes

Rea

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