The poetry keeps beating me

Things Learnt When Sitting On a Mountain. Part 2.

Che-urru was a small man from a small village.

A fisherman.

All day long he would work,

To catch many fish, so that he might sell them.

Che-urru would dream, many dreams,

of the things his hard work would buy him and

In these dreams he would become as a king,

bedecked with finery and all the power to command.

The sun was shining in a cobalt sky when Che-urru

Heard a sweet song drifiting lazily along the shores

of the great lake where he did his fishing.

Entranced he followed it to a cave

and upon entering, found the source of the song,

A bear.

The bear smiled at Che-urru and bade him sit.

“I never expected such sweetness from a beast so foul!”

Said Che-urru

“We often do not learn to vanquish our expectations, until

The hour is much too late” replied the bear,

“Just as you do not dream of being a fisherman, I do not

Dream of only being an inspiration of fear and death”.

“Why would you sing out so sweetly to me? I am of no importance” 

“Singing was not just made for the important, it calls to us all”

Replied the bear.

“Yet, you are important for I am to be your death,

As your lure sings so sweetly to your fishes, the song I sing has led you here”

“But surely if fear and death is not all you long to be,

then eating me is not the way to change”

“But just because I long to not be something,

does not mean I cease to be it,

I am a fisher of men,

as you are a fisher of fish and I am your God of death,

As so are you for so many fish.

You dreamed of the power of a king,

not knowing you hold the power of a God,

For the power to take life away, to be merciful and let live and

To create life in union with another are the powers of a God,

But most importantly you hold the power to become

More than what you are. 

These powers are possessed by all things that live.”

“My fish dream?” asked Cher-urro

“All things dream, often of being 

More than what they are” replied the bear

“How can you be certain? It cannot be measured” 

Commented Cher-urro.

With a grim smile the bear said

“I can be no more certain of it, than of the existence of Gods,

but my certainty does not give me the power

to deny the uncertainty that has blinded you,

for all that you have dreamed of you have had all along

and being uncertain you could not see this. 

You expected always to be a lowly fisherman

Just as you expected that the God of death

Would not sing so sweet

And as always in the great stream of life

Expectation has left your dreams empty

and bought you to your end.”

With that the Bear bit off Cher-urro’s head.