Tiny Froglet wakes up…

While musing on the seeding, nurturing and blossoming if Lemuria, now perhaps to lie fallow or bear only special fruit as the budding of my Christmas cactus, I stumbled, as if by chance on an old book – found and saved for fifty years but never read. Some say there are no ‘coincidences’ – so I share some of this with you, that I might insert the name ‘Heather’ and ‘Lemuria’ as ye will forgive.

The book is “Light of Asia”, by one Edwin Arnold in 1879. It is an epic translation of Indian poems and stories of the life of Buddha, and was notable for being simultaneously attacked by the ‘East’ for ‘commonizing’ Buddha’s divine nature, and by the West for drawing attention to similarities with Jesus’ life. As the poem is about 230 pages long, I give you but a glimpse – perhaps to caress the ‘Christos Current’ by which our Enchantress is surely touched.

faucon, in gratitude
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thus took [she], and [her] writing-stick, and stood
With eyes bent down before the Sage, who said,
“Child, write [these ancient words], speaking slow the verse
[“Lemuria”] named, which only High-born hear …

[“Verily, I write,”] meekly relied [our Heather],
and quickly on the dust [the Enchantress] drew –
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The pictured writings and speech of signs,
Tokens of cave-men and the sea-peoples,
Of those who worship snakes beneath the earth,
And those who flame adore and the sun’s orb,
The magicians and the dwellers on the mounds;
Of all the nations all strange scripts [she] traced
One after other with [her] writing-stick,
Reading the [Master’s] verse in every tongue;
and [the Muse] said, “It is enough …”

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now rest