Monday 6 July 2020

Out of the hole in the ground

"What are you doing?"

I poured the pearlescent glowing fluid into the clay lump as I said, "I'm pouring pure love into them."

"But they are inanimate! Why would you love things with no life in them?!"

"Where do you think you came from?"

A mound of clay trembled in pain, and I bent down to pour in extra love. 

"What does it do?"

"The love works its way through the crust to reach the hollow heart of the clay mound. Simultaneously, the life which is love is working its way up through the crust below, to reach that same hollow heart at that same time."

Suddenly the trembling mound belched a moist black crusty flow for a few moments, accompanied by a groaning noise. Wiping my face and eyes clear, I went on, "Sometimes the pressure builds up until a new fissure cracks and releases pent up pain."

The clay mound continued to tremble, and I continued to pour. Suddenly an eruption of light pressed out from the previously hollow heart of the clay mound, and I helped a small child out of the hole in the ground.