<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0332 How were they to know?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, how were they to know, <br>searching in the heat of forenoon dunes, <br>those high hills of sand <br>where once the forests grew, <br>now a rhythm of burnt sunned, cool shadowed, mock horizons, <br>- they, searching for the camel which had strayed -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and finding there, a man sitting still, cross-legged<br>in the sand upon a small strip<br>of faded coloured carpet, <br>palm of hand crossed in palm of hand, <br>and in the palm of his upraised right hand, <br>one grain of sand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and who, as they approached, <br>did not shift his gaze from that one grain; <br>and yet they sensed that he sensed them; <br>better let him be, he knows what he’s about, <br>or if he’s mad, at least he’s quietly purposeful…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how were they to know<br>that as he gazed, the universe he saw<br>in that one grain of sand then<br>grew inside of him? till it filled itself, <br>like a sand-clock, as the last grain<br>falls from the upper to<br>the lower, and all is still again<br>as measured time stops still<br>amid the sands of time? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how were they to know<br>as that small figure against the desert sand<br>his cloak still burning to the touch, <br>returned to the oasis, as the red-hot sun<br>sank below the dramatic shadow of the furthest dune, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and later, sitting by the green palms and papyrus reeds, <br>the camels head down, humped around the welcome pool, <br>one child, then many children, <br>then grown men, asked him their questions; <br>and the answers, as the night folded in<br>below more stars than anyone could count, <br>drew the circle of cross-legged silent listeners<br>- occasionally, urgent voiced with a lifetime’s pressing question -<br>as if some grain of sand became in their mind too<br>totality; the universe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460783" data-title="0332 How were they to know? de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Yes, how were they to know, searching in the heat of forenoon dunes, those high hills of sand where once the forests grew, now a rhythm of burnt sunned, cool shadowed, mock horizons, - they, searching for the camel which had strayed - and fi..."></div> </div> </div>

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