He filled the earthen pots with water <br />and was pleased to see the light reflecting <br />in each one as in the guise of sun He shone. <br />The wind quickly came and with a natural force <br />stirred the water with particles of dust and clay <br />to mix with the the clear liquid which it muddied made <br />and the reflections dimmed as He shined <br />on the the rippled surface within each earthen shrine. <br /> <br />He called the sages to attend <br />and with gentle words they calmed the wind <br />as slowly the dirt mixed in, settled and each pot within <br />began to shine more strongly with His light. <br />The scientists came and saw <br />that the separation could easily be made <br />between the water pure to taste <br />and the dirt and dust and clay <br />that seeming hides the purity that in each pot resides. <br /> <br />The poets came and looked and said to Him <br />that is fine and good, the light is bright <br />in each and every pot but on the surface <br />ripples hide the vision that is rightly found <br />by all of us, by all mankind. <br />The sages calmed the winds but they still play <br />upon the surface of the rimmed pots of clay. <br />They implored him, pleaded that he might <br />make the wind and earth completely still <br />and with their love and earnest song <br />He agreed to to tell the wind, 'be gone'. <br /> <br />In each pot a mirror formed <br />and instead of just reflected light <br />an image formed so bright <br />of a golden orb, The sun, its glory in its perfect form. <br />The scientist said there is just one <br />golden orb that is the sun. <br />The poets said they would write a song <br />proclaiming the glory of <br />the many forms of God in each and every pot <br />no matter how it had appeared <br />before the wind had gone from here.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-not-many/
