A smallest tale...
on a hill we cry,
to the moon and stars.
I once had a dream...
of two rabbits perched on a mountain-edge,
beneath the milky way...
they whispered to each other,
stories of countries we had forgotten...
in Time,
These two debated the mysteries of the world...
why can't we make new what is now old?
Why is it that the grass grows even when it is burnt?
Why is it that we hear noises in the sky...
or why is it,
that the wind blows?
Everything under earth and above has purpose of a sort....
So tell me rabbit-friend,
what is the purpose of the wind?
We travel through wayward moments...
and absent thoughts,
to reach one of the seasides of Dwarka...
Where we shall sit and discuss,
with the jest-cat that dwells there...
the nature of these things past,
His name is Whip...
a wiry thing,
who was written about in song...
and cursed to live here,
You may recall...
his notes,
I lost my wings across the sea,
now true love canst rescue me...
doomed to walk the sands for time,
many a pawprint pave the twine...
come and love me lest you dare,
or else the seas will be my share...
We two wabbits sat and talked,
with dearest Whip for a length of dawn...
he descried the cloudy morning sky,
to discover what answers lay up high...
'Oh dear two friends,'
he began at once...
'I have gravest news,
concerning your querie...
the wind does not give up its secrets easily,
and this one in particular...
is a most hallowed remnant,
But this the wind has chosen to tell...
to you two rabbits now,
Why the wind blows is like asking why bread rises...
or why people die,
or stars fall...
perhaps we can speculate,
for the stars are another matter...
that an answer would lie there,
if only these elements would unveil their glamour...'
In respute of this we two carried on,
diving into the depths of the ocean...
most forlorn,
with our unanswered queries...
and moody tears,
that by the Sea of Dwarka...
we could not reveal,
Presently we came across a cave amongst the rocks...
and the shells,
and the coral down there...
holding our rabbity breath,
so that we would not burst...
we swam and swam up,
to discover what was in there...
a cave that opened,
onto a gloomy piece of rock...
a small pocket of air,
at the depths of the sea...
and there we saw a creature,
who we knew knew the truth...
so to it we went to ask,
It sat there silently for a while,
tilting its' head...
and by and by,
it began to murmur old words...
for the creature was many centuries old,
hewn of wood...
and years-drifted-by soot,
Its' thoughts hosted planets...
and its' eyes had captured a part of the moon,
an in-between thought process...
that had barely room to move,
we asked of it our question...
wary of its rows of teeth,
and with a barely-there smile...
it responded with this,
'Why the wind blows...
nobody really knows,
but if you're looking for an answer...
may I suggest this instead,
the answer is because it wants to...
and cares not for your or my disbelief.
Disbelieve in the sun,
disbelieve in the stars...
disbelieve in tiny molecules that fight to survive,
because they don't really mind...
one way or another,
they'll still continue their business...
up there in the ether.'
We left hastily so,
and travelled back the way we came...
stopping to tell Whip,
then continuing on to our hillside...
the stars were still out,
and we felt a peace inside us...
as we thought and said,
perhaps it was best for us not to know...
but now we do,
and us two wabbits are the smartest wabbits in the world.
Just a tale, about two curious rabbits I thought of. Things go on, don't they? I always thought that it was a marvelous idea to gather together as many cider bottles as I could (ahm, the ones left from my various hours of drinking), and then filling them with messages and lovely things and throwing them out into the sea. That someone I don't know could one day find one and be made happy because of it...it would mean that I've found a way to reach out and affect the world in a small way.
As to if I'll get up the will to do it...and escape the people who just might think I'm polluting the oceans, ahm...I may one day. These are just some of the ideas floating around my head lately.
Much Love and Sea-Dreams,
Miss CLScarlett xx
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