As the Sun burrows No.6
Wednesday, September 25th, 2024
Vigil No.5
Rat sat in a common burrow with several other animals, there was Rabbit and Mouse and a few others. Breakfast was being cooked in large Pots, oats in milk and cinnamon and honey simmered away, It smelled good enough, but Rat did not find himself particularly hungry after his unrestful sleep. He sat on cushions on the floor staring blankly at the foam that had bubbled up over the lid of pot of boiling milk.
“You don’t seem quite happy this morning” a familiar voice broke through his thoughts. Rat turned and found himself once again in the company of Mouse, the same one who had walked him back to his room after the dreadful nightmare he had had last night.
“Happy” Rat repeated and then shook his head out of its fogginess, he properly greeted Mouse with a good morning and thanked him for his kindness from the night before.
“I wont be false Mouse said, I know you had some sort of night terror, I don’t mean to pry, but do you remember much of it?”
Rat, thought for a moment, and then recounted the dream to Mouse in a simple and concise manner.
Mouse listened intently, and then, when the telling of it was done, they both sat silent, not looking at one another.
Worry began to paint Rats face.
Mouse, who was a cheerful and sprightly young fellow (as all mice seem to be) put a paw on Rats shoulder.
“Well,” he said, “the way I see it, you have two paths…”
Rat looked puzzled but curious.
“The first path, is to accept the not knowing and go forward in it, set the dream and worry aside and do not pick it back up to turn over and over again in your hand like some river rock or shining stone.”
Here Mouse paused.
“Or we can, while it is not yet come the cold dark, take with us this evening an earthen bowl and some tea, I’m sure Rabbit will share if we ask him, and take it to Possum when she is awake this night. Possum comes to the garden in the evenings and we may find her there and have her hear this dream of yours and read the leaves. If nothing else we get to see Possum and you get a cup of tea!”
Mouse giggled and squinted his bright small eyes.
Rat became aware that there were many roots veining the walls of this vault and that in some strange way, the tendrils of them all seemed to have slowly reached toward mouse ever so slightly as the two of them had been speaking, like a flower following the Sun. Rat agreed, “We will go to Possum then” he said. But no sooner had he said it than a doubt and a fear came to his chest. It felt like a small stone being dropped into an open well. And he sighed.
“SIGH” No.6
Choice is the crux of things
The highest point of the arch
May we give pause where choice must be made
As many thousands of choices lay before
As snaking paths or a plethora of seed
Consideration and thought are after all, as fertile soil and seed
But action, the doing of the thing
Is born of choice
just as the oat is born of the soil and its seed
Choose where you plant
When you plant
And what you plant
Carefully
For in it
Lies further and future choices
And so shall it be
Until the day wolf licks the candle flame out
