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Dancing Fool – A Short Story

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“Would you care to dance,” said the tempest to the leaves; and dance they did, for they had no choice.

“Such grace and elegance in your movement,” sneered the tempest smugly, for his ego was strutting like a train-rattling peacock. “Of course,” he continued, “you do realise, don’t you, that you only move because of my power and might? Without me you would just rot on the ground; your dancing shoes would be redundant.” The leaves laughed mockingly at their tormentor.

“What’s so funny?” Demanded the tempest, feeling decidedly awkward and with his strutting reduced to no more than a distant memory. “Your foolishness is what’s so funny,” replied the leaves, trying and failing to suppress a snigger. Now the tempest was really rattled, “explain yourselves,” he demanded.

“Oh mighty windbag, foolish dancer, it is neither you nor us that moves. The only mover is consciousness and we are all but dancers in the mind of the observer.

 

 

 

Death Addressed The Masses – A Short Story

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“I am Death, the Great Awakening.” “Awakening to what?” screamed the deluded from the rooftops. “To what is already there,” Death replied. “Why do you fear me? I am the lifter of the veil, the bridge to your next adventure, I am the light leading you out of the darkness, not into it.”

The deluded screamed again, “No, you bring only fear, pain and suffering, why should we listen to you?” Death replied once more, “My friends, it is not I inflicting your fear, pain and suffering on you; I bring only light. You have lost sight of your true nature, and as a result, you have succumbed to cause and effect.”

“I exist to relieve you of such inflictions, not to bring more.”

But the deluded would not listen, they chose fear instead, and thus, continued on the wheel.

 

My Name Is Grief

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I’ve tinkered with the text for this latest post. It seems a bit small
but there doesn’t appear to be a way to increase the size so this will
probably be a one-off.

My name is grief
I am much maligned
I am misunderstood
Perceived as a bringer
of pain and suffering
I constantly knock on your door
But you won't let me in
You won't listen to my message
I want to bring you joy
But you turn me away
I want to show you my true nature
But you resist...
Just relax
Take my hand
Follow me
Let me take you on a journey
To the depths of your soul
There you will find the seat of love
Where hearts meet
There you will blend as one
With those your soul weeps and yearns for
I am your friend
Trust me
My name is grief