Getting Across
Getting Across
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by Damodara das
A weak, starving man was walking
Slowly through a landscape of Dead trees and barren thorn bushes. On his back was a large sack Filled with heavy grey stones. He had nothing except these stones. He loved his stones; One was round, one was square, And one was like a pyramid. He took them out every now and then To feel them. Then he Put them back into the sack And stumbled slowly on. One day he came to a river; The first he had ever seen. On the other side was an amazing Lush landscape of rich mountains, Waterfalls, fruit trees, birds, Gardens, and brilliant golden Temples with happy children Laughing, playing with deer. Strong men with clear eyes Came to the edge of the river And shouted to him, "Come over here! Come over here! Just swim across the river!" But the man said, "I can't! I'd have to leave My stones! I couldn't swim With my stones! I'm too weak!" "Leave them! Don't be foolish! We have stones here-perfect stones, Diamonds, dazzling rubies!" "Yes, but my stones are round, Square, and one is a pyramid!" "We have better stones here- What are you waiting for?" "But, I'd have to give up my stones!" "We just said, we could give You better ones!" "Yes, but they're not mine!" "Why should that bother you? What you have is nothing! Look at all the beauty here!" "Well, suppose you swim to me And carry me over to your side." "With your stones?" "Yes, with my stones." "No, we can't do that. Nothing can get those stones Across the water. They belong Over there; but you do not! You belong over here!" Just then the man turned To his side of the river To see a thin creature Loaded with stones Jump into a thick mist downstream And drown. It was screaming, "Nothing! Nothing!" as it died. Another one came, quietly, And walked calmly in to drown. It had no stones, but said, "Nothing." The man looked at the mist, And at the temples, And he looked at himself. Then he remembered something He had forgotten, a long time ago. He threw his stones away And swam back across the river to get it. The people greeted him with dancing, And he found he was in the home of God. Damodara das Adhikary (Dan Clark)
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