The Fool
He had a
great day today he did, though he felt like he missed something.
Wonder what it was, he had his food, his drinks, the sun stood high on
the sky and happy ... oh yeah he was happy alright.
Still there
was something missing. Maybe it was the comments from the villagers he
had heard for the first time today, they were marking him - well not
to his face, no of course not, that would not have been polite even if
they did think of him as an ignorant fool walking his own path,
talking to the birds and smelling every flower he went by. No to his
face they would never do, still he heard them and it hit him hard.
Was he
really just a fool, a dummy, one you would even consider an imbecile
? Narh that could not be true, surely he was more than that,
surely he had potentials, he just had not figured out what it was yet.
And he really do like them flowers oh yes indeed. Even remember to
feed the dog everyday, so an imbecile he could not be.
But if he
was not only a fool then what was he, what could he become ?
He walked
and thought for hours, only things he noticed was nature around him,
smelling the flowers letting the sun warm him, sometimes a cool breeze
would chill him gently and he laughed out loud of pure joy over life.
The dog
which always followed him everywhere he went was right next to him
that day too. Always sniffing and exploiting the grounds,
barking and well talking to him. He did not see the road his was
walking, nor did he see that he had climbed a cliff so high it almost
looked as if it reached the sky, and he did not here the dog barking,
trying to warn him not to go any further. He walked his own mind,
thinking of the villagers, how they had marked him for being a fool,
thinking of what to do about it, if anything at all.
Did he fall
over the cliff ? Well he might have, then again, he did not hurt him
self, he did not get any bruises, so what did happen to him. Surely he
did not fly ! As the fool he is, walking paths no angles would follow
he found him self walking a very narrow path in the woods. He could
smell the trees and here them whisper to him "Your journey has begun"
and with that he was quite pleased.
Anja Busack(c)2003
