<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">Stories</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Let me think of the way that story goes</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">About the king of time and his long robes.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">The world is breathless for good storytelling.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Always words find their way out of us</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">And our mouths shape them firm and forever.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Sometimes songs come into us flowing from streams</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Towards places sounds have never been.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Always other voices are speaking through us.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Stories wander the royal road of dreams </font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">With their silent language. Words arrive</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">The way the shaman came, the first teller,</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Then came the prophets and their retelling. </font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Many sounds faded, forgotten or ripened to return</font></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class=""></font> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Again when synchronicity could acquire its sense of timing. </font></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class=""></font> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Words find t</font><font size="4" class="">heir warmth in the moist mouth of revelation.</font></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">These stories cross the far horizons and in time find each other.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">That occurrence is a gift as written records tell the tales </font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">On stone, on leaf, parchment and on the page of living memory.</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">Stories are our eternal bread. They reveal the divine passwords</font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" class=""><font size="4" class="">At the gates that open to the center of our lives.</font></p><div class=""><br class=""></div></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Richand Meyers</div></body></html>