Stories - Richand Meyers

[Larry Robinson]

Stories

Let me think of the way that story goes
About the king of time and his long robes.
The world is breathless for good storytelling.
Always words find their way out of us
And our mouths shape them firm and forever.
Sometimes songs come into us flowing from streams
Towards places sounds have never been.
Always other voices are speaking through us.
Stories wander the royal road of dreams 
With their silent language. Words arrive
The way the shaman came, the first teller,
Then came the prophets and their retelling. 
Many sounds faded, forgotten or ripened to return
 
Again when synchronicity could acquire its sense of timing. 
 
Words find their warmth in the moist mouth of revelation.
These stories cross the far horizons and in time find each other.
That occurrence is a gift as written records tell the tales 
On stone, on leaf, parchment and on the page of living memory.
Stories are our eternal bread. They reveal the divine passwords
At the gates that open to the center of our lives.

	- Richand Meyers
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