'When the fires die out and only the record of flame remains the soul of
the word will be carried out to sea and be born again in a raindrop.
While it falls to earth in this form it perceives everything through the
distorted lens of water; then as it hits the ground all these
preconceptions shatter.
But soon the soul of the word is dried and warmed by the sun and feeling
drowsy, falls asleep. Upon waking it recalls two dreams: the first, a
dream of its future life, tells of the great height it will reach as the
soul of a word highly respected by the people, upon whose tongues it
will be carried into the richest courts in the world and gently
whispered to the ears of noble men and beautiful women; the second dream
is the story of its past life but it does not recognize itself in its
previous form. Several lives later the dream recurs. Several dreams
later the life recurs. '
Marian Zazeela
(written 4-5 August 1963 day of fir gale/the shouts from the sea) |
