A Tale for Tomorrow

The night was cool; one of them soon stood up and went to fetch a large pot of baked clay, fashioned like a cube, filled with sticks and twigs, which he laid right at the centre of the circle and, holding a brand at the little flame of his lamp, ignited; first came the cracklings and the sparks, then the fire took; a voice arose: “It is so, soon as the contact is made, there is nothing more to will or want, nothing, absolutely nothing, what matters is only to give and receive; it is so, it is thus that truth may incarnate in the world, when we cease from our separate wills and give ourselves entirely...” A great silent joy ran through their bodies, the same joy which gratitude yields; the key was given to them, the key to the work ahead; wherever they may be, they will not forget it, the path will be revealed step by step; the true is simple, for it contains and includes all that is; the new world is the true world being unveiled.

That silence filled with presence reigned over them all; they needed not to look at one another, they would always know to find one another.

From their sitting positions in front of their respective bunks, they each felt the need to stretch and lie down.

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