Monday, 23 November 2009

Parable

A king born into royalty is surrounded by treasure and yet this wealth is something which he quickly becomes used to. His gold becomes like tin and, believing himself poor, begins looking for new riches in distant empires.

How quickly we become used to ourselves and discredit the obvious miracle of the senses in order to seek better magic.

When we cease comparing this to that, even the sodden autumn leaf is the face of God.