Once the King of the Stars manifested himself as a lion. The Queen of Fairies came by manifested as a firefly, and landed on his nose. She said: “So, Lion, tell me, do not lie: what do you see in this firefly?”
“Too small for dinner, so I see a firefly.” The cross-eyed lion teased the Queen of Fairies who he’d rightly seen.
“Oh?” She smiled back knowingly. “So, Lion, let's we play, shall we? Be my dream plane in the dark. You can let me be your spark.”
“Okay. What do I have to do?”
“Open one eye, only one, and trust me, for this will be fun. See a shimmer on your one closed lid? It is me, of course! And so I bid you: speak to me. Speak, roar and howl to this shimmer in a low, lion growl.”
In his most ferocious growl, the lion said: “Welcome, gatekeeper to the unknown. Thanks for opening eternity for me.”
“Now, which port do you want most to see? Tell me Lion mine, shall it be to paradise … or the wise of eyes?”
“You tell me. It is the gatekeeper who is wise in such matters, not the traveler.”
“Oh, no! The traveler does take the leap. I only have the gates to keep. You choose your gate with your own voice. The gatekeeper is slave to the choice.”
“Don’t I have a path given to me by my ancestors? Am I not a continuation of their path?”
“It’s but illusion, ‘tis not true. Your path is individualized, you are the only one to walk it, see? We are not universal, we are unique, we can’t apply rules to the soul, we would be fools. We are all sparks of wondrous star rain. Do not be misled, my friend, by roots, for they are only roots, and of no use without the envisioned fruit! So, Lion of masterful stance, it’s time for you to take a chance. You are about to roam the meadows of birth. You must decide your path from this Earth.”
“Hmmm.” The lion growled very seriously. He pondered deeply, then looked at the firefly and said in a voice that was in no way serious: “Then I shall skip!” and he began to skip across the field, as the firefly laughed and flitted around his face.
“Sing then, Lion. Sing then the words evasive, wonderfully absurd. Sing to me, wondrous Lion of Voice. Sing to the beat of your gate’s choice.”
The lion sang merrily as he skipped across the plains:
Two paths I’m given to traverse
To knowledge or to paradise
To heart’s bliss or to wisdom’s purse
Two paths I’m given to traverse
They certainly are quite diverse
Oh, shimmer shining in my eyes
Two paths I’m given to traverse
To knowledge or to paradise
To paradise I’d gladly skip
To wisdom, humbly jump and hop
Won’t either be a worthwhile trip?
To paradise I’d gladly skip
For wisdom do a double flip
Are both illusions, should I stop?
To paradise I’d gladly skip
To wisdom, humbly jump and hop
Oh, Queen of Fairies, see my eye
is winking as you shimmer near
It’s gone to paradise to fly
Oh, Queen of Fairies, see my eye
is not watching as you buzz by
but sheds another blissful tear
Oh, Queen of Fairies, see my eye
Is winking as you shimmer near
So notice, little firefly
The other eye observes your light
It’s watching as it wonders, why
So notice, little firefly
It also studies ground and sky
To put the puzzle picture right
So notice, little firefly
The other eye observes your light
To skip and jump and hop I go
One can traverse both paths, you see
I’ll blissfully be in the know
To skip and jump and hop I go
To slip through both gates to and fro
As each eye chooses sep’rately
To skip and jump and hop I go
One can traverse both paths, you see
“Ha ha ha ha ha. You ARE so funny spiritual being of Lion Hearts, Lord of Stars. Overly so! I hear those refrains, I do, you know. Clever Lion. There is but one King of the Stars and he is fun.” She lovingly tapped his nose. “You’re it! Nitwit!” and they spent half the night chasing around the plains, knowing that wisdom comes from Love and Love brings wisdom and that Heaven starts with a spark.
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and reading a great piece. Wonderful isnt it? I love a great story and song and i got them both here.
