The Garden Of The Prophet (2)
And one said: "Speak to us of that which is moving in your ow even now."
And he looked upon that one, and there was in his voice a sound like a star singing, and he said: "In your waking dream, when you are hushed and listening to your deeper self, your thoughts, like snow- flakes, fall and flutter and garment all the sounds of your spaces with white silence.
"And what are waking dreams but clouds that bud and blossom on the sky-tree of your heart? And what are your thoughts but the petals which the winds of your heart scatter upon the hills and its fields?
"And even as you wait for peatil the formless within you takes form, so shall the cloud gather and drift until the Blessed Fingers shape its grey desire to little crystal suns and moons and stars."
Then Sarkis, he who was the half-doubter, spoke and said: "But spring shall e, and all the snows of our dreams and our thoughts shall melt and be no more."
And he answered saying: "When Spring es to seek His beloved amongst the slumbering groves and vineyards, the snows shall indeed melt and shall run in streams to seek the river in the valley, to be the cup-bearer to the myrtle-trees and laurel.
"So shall the snow of your heart melt when your Spring is e, and thus shall your secret run in streams to seek the river of life in the valley. And the river shall enfold your secret and carry it to the great sea.
"All things shall melt and turn into songs when Spring es. Evears, the vast snow-flakes that fall slowly upon the larger fields, shall melt into singing streams. When the sun of His face shall rise above the wider horizon, then what frozen symmetry would not turn into liquid melody? And who among you would not be the cup-bearer to the myrtle and the laurel?
"It was but yesterday that you were moving with the moving sea, and you were shoreless and without a self. Then the wind, the breath of Life, wove you, a veil of light on her face; then her hand gathered you and gave you form, and with a head held high you sought the heights. But the sea followed after you, and her song is still with you. And though you have fotten your parentage, she will for ever assert her motherhood, and for ever will she call you unto her.
"In your wanderings among the mountains and the desert you will always remember the depth of her cool heart. And though oftentimes you will not know for what you long, it is indeed for her vast and rhythmic peace.
"And how else it be? In grove and in bower when the rain dances in leaves upon the hill, when snow falls, a blessing and a ant; in the valley when you lead your flocks to the river; in your fields where brooks, like silver streams. join together the green garment; in yardens when the early dews mirror the heavens; in your meadows when the mist of evening half veils your way; in all these the sea is with you, a wito your heritage, and a claim upon your love.
"It is the snow-flake in you running down to the sea."
And on a m as they walked in the Garden, there appeared before the gate a woman, and it was Karima, she whom Almustafa had loved even as a sister in his boyhood. And she stood without, asking nothing, nor knog with her hand upoe, but only gazing with longing and sadness into the Garden.
And Almustafa saw the desire upon her eyelids, and with swift steps he came to the wall and the gate and opened unto her, and she came in and was made wele.