Many years ago I told my Friend Ed the
Ex librarian a riddle I had heard-A man walks
for fifteen minutes to the East and then fifteen
North plants a flag goes back to his starting place
Changes his direction and travels West fifteen
Minutes then turn North and in few minutes he is
Back at the flag. Where is he ? I asked Ed, a true
Scholar. He pondered.looked puzzled and said I
Don't Know-Where? I told him the flag was at the
North pole. He pondered too deep for me and said:
"There must be Another Place!" I knew he meant
Another reality. The wonder The Wonder that it
Might be so and maybe so much better than this
Veil of tears it seems we know. Last night I was
There. I woke up in my dream it was a somewhat
Desolate place, a tract near a city that once had been
Flat but ****** terrain over grown with old brush
Dumped and growing. A breeze was blowing when
First I saw it a she floating in the air-gamboling to
And fro- I watched amazed and deciphered that I
Was watching an old worn garment carried about
By the wind. It came to earth and I examined it and
So it was a thin bi of cloth. I threw it is a pile of brush
Where it disappeared to my immediate regret because
I knew I had seen something quite marvelous and too
Odd to be ignored . I put a stick into the pile and poked
For the cloth. It immediately rose up but now it was two
pieces; a lamb that turned colors and frolicked delightfully
At my very feet. I turned to my anonymous friend and
Said even if we are only seeing dance of rags. It surely
Has taken a goodly time for them to become such wind
Nymphs. And is it not an augury that this is the time that
Childish dreams will soon be realized=maybe Peace is
About to come. Is even now Immanent. I think now of
Dickens: It was the best of times; the worst time.... A time
Like all times"- Magic is so interwove into the ordinary
That one ner does see it until one wakes up in his dreams
A mysterious stranger at his side where another place. is
A place in the heart where the little king and i always reside
It is always about to be. It is Now and nothing more...
very feet