In nature, great Beings watch upon our path
276. Whilst thou wert at the market
A merchant knocked upon our door.
He wished to exchange his necklace for thine.
For thy red stones, he showed us stones of blue fire.
Mother, we knew not which stones were brighter.
The merchant was tall, and raven was his beard.
Why art thou so pensive, Mother?
The merchant meant to deceive us.
Red as blood are thy stones
and brilliant as fire thy necklace.
Why art thou so pensive, Mother?-
We will not let him enter again.
But why do thy tears fall?
One of them glistens with a blue flame.
Was he not a sorcerer?
Nor do the hands of children discern the best stones.
Often the red ones are their choice.
Random reading of a paragraph of THE CALL, LEAVES OF MORYA’S GARDEN VOL 1
"Before leaving, please talk to your VIS-A-VIS"
