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    The Wisdom of the Sands, Vol 1



    The Wisdom of the Sands, Vol 1


    CHAPTER 1


    The Tale of the Sands
    21 February 1978 am in Buddha Hall

    A STREAM, FROM ITS SOURCE IN FAR-OFF MOUNTAINS, PASSING THROUGH EVERY KIND
    AND DESCRIPTION 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 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.”
    THIS IDEA WAS NOT ACCEPTABLE TO THE STREAM. AFTER ALL, IT HAD NEVER BEEN
    ABSORBED BEFORE. IT DID NOT WANT TO LOSE ITS INDIVIDUALITY. AND ONCE HAVING
    LOST IT, HOW WAS IT TO KNOW THAT IT COULD EVER BE REGAINED?
    ”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, THEWATER 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. YOU ARE CALLED WHAT YOU ARE EVEN
    TODAY BECAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW WHICH PART OF YOU IS THE ESSENTIAL ONE.”
    WHEN HE HEARD THIS, CERTAIN ECHOES BEGAN TO ARISE IN THE THOUGHTS OF THE
    STREAM. DIMLY, HE REMEMBERED A STATE IN WHICH HE – OR SOME PART OF HIM, WAS
    IT? – HAD BEEN HELD IN THE ARMS OF A WIND. HE ALSO REMEMBERED – OR DID HE? –
    THAT THIS WAS THE REAL THING, NOT NECESSARILY THE OBVIOUS THING TO DO.
    AND THE STREAM RAISED HIS VAPOR 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 BECAUSE HE HAD HAD HIS DOUBTS, THE STREAM WAS ABLE TO REMEMBER AND
    RECORD MORE STRONGLY IN HIS MIND THE DETAILS OF THE EXPERIENCE.

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