Visitor #3
Peter’s next roadside visitor asks him what he is
doing with a budding flower in a boiling kettle of water while facts and
figures float about.
Peter simply replies, “It is white stone soup that
waits for its new name is being brewed for the people of the dawn and new
Detroit.”
The traveler stands silent and still, while he
takes this all in. He sighs in a happy
pleasant way, while removing a fine carrot from his coat. He begins shaving it into the pot with a
long, sharp knife he produced from the same coat… in a flash, it was.
“I have been to your city,” he said. “But I was told to come and write songs of
right for its future. And its new quiet
fame and fortune.”
“Come back at dawn,” Peter shared with him as
their eyes met for the first time. Both
know that when their eyes meet for that first time, that they will be bonded
forever. They know among themselves that
this world is a garden of opportunity and free-flow.
For a moment afterwards, Peter drifts into a deep
sleep, where he return to his hub – the center of all things. But there will be more talk of this later as
our story unfolds. When he awakens, someone
has placed a fine log on the fire and several delightful elements have been
added to the soup. It is now filling the
air with sounds and colors of tastes and smells not known before. Spicy juices have been added to its broth
that sing a mellow gurgle to the night.
If you listen, that is.
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