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FRAGMENT FROM A STORY

-< CHAPTER 9 >-

-< "THE BOOK OF LORE" >-


The woman remains near the stree of life,who now,lets the wind to blow,its leafs to speak..
The ancient time with its myths,the modern age's wheels and engines,the humans's science and all they seek,
The aspects of the life,the stirs of a crowd who made a revolution,a human's side,now,weak,
Weak...so weak..and the sigh of the elder ones,melancholy's times,set on the building of soul,through another brick,
The same architect of mind,the same scheduled thoughts set on number's patterns,the same changing cycle,
The same space,the same aurola Borealis seen on the ice lands,the same penguins,
The same muse that have the poets,the same stars,above,with their charming twinkle,
The same lands in which the yellow dunes,show mirages for the thirsted ones,the beduins,
All these,the whispers of the leafs,revealed by wind who blow,softly,
The little birds,chasing themselves,in a "catch-me" game,
All these,indeed,was found in a reality,in another space and time,another dimension,burried,deeply..
Deeply,like the roots of the tree of life,in the ground,the same tree that u imagine yourself now,reading my words..your
tree,looks different than the described one,but,it's the same..
The woman,asked the tree many things,concerning life's teachings..and then,the tree,called the monk near,and then,after a while,the monk,said:

[The Monk]:"The tree of life can not tell you everything,for that are some things that should never be told...each mistery is not quite a mistery,but better be considered this way,than through knowledge,to be something discovered or invented,because,you see,sometimes,is more better when you do not know too many.."
[The Woman]:"But,i wish more to know,because it will be usefull for me,those informations.."
[The Monk]:"Oh,the humans need for knowing..so eager is the mind of some,into knowing what is beyound myths and misteries.."and the monk,put his right hand inside his dark-blue robe,and near the chest area searched something..and when was found,the
object was revealed to the light..in his hands,a small book...so tiny..in the middle,on its cover,surrounded by diamonds,was a dragon of jade..the most rare jade ever,pink in the middle,green on the rest of the structure,except the edges,black..and the monk,said:
[The Monk]:"This is the ancient Book of Lore..it is the book that was kept inside the tree of life,along times,that was
revealed to light,and the keeper of it took the name of The Gate Keeper,who is the
Spirit of the Red Dragon..that book,was brought here,in that dimension,and can not leave this lands,it is sealed to remain
here,forever...it was trusted to me,to hold it;the tree of life,told me that one have just to close its eyes,and then,to open it,and then one who seeks for an answer,will find it in one of the book's teachings...do u wanna know many things,i've seen..then,woman,my friend,take the book and open it.."
[The Woman]:"Hmm..long history have that book..i really have to know..."
,,,and saying these,she took the Book of
Lore in her hands,and,closed her eyes,opening it...


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FRAGMENT DINTR-O POVESTE

-< CAPITOLUL 9 >-

-< "CARTEA INTELEPCIUNII" >-

Femeia ramane langa copacul vietii,ce acum,lasa vantul sa sufle,frunzele-i,sa vorbeasca..
Timpurile antice si miturile lor,rotile si motoarele erei moderne,stiinta oamenilor si tot ceea ce cauta ei,
Aspectele vietii,agitatia unei multimi ce-a facut o revolutie,un suflet de om,acum,slab,
Slab...asa de slab..iar privelistea celor batrani,clipele melancolice,plasate deasupra cladirii sufletului,print-o alta caramida,
Acelasi arhitect al mintii,aceleasi ganduri programate pe matrite numerice,acelasi ciclu schimbator,
Acelasi spatiu,aceeasi Aurora Boreala vazuta pe taramurile ghetii,aceeasi pinguini,
Aceeasi muza ce-o au poetii,aceleasi stele,deasupra,cu licarirea lor incantatoare,
Aceleasi pamanturi in care galbenul dunelor,arata miraje celor insetati,beduinii,
Acestea toate,soaptele frunzelor,descoperite de vantul ce acum,sufla,cu blandete,
Pasarelele,fugarindu-se,intr-un joc precum "prinde-ma",
Acestea toate,desigur,au fost gasite intr-o realitate,in alt spatiu si alt timp,alta dimensiune,ingropata,in adanc..
Adanc,precum radacinile copacului vietii,in pamant,acelasi copac pe care ti-l imaginezi acum,citindu-mi cuvintele...copacul tau,arata diferit fata de cel descris,dar,e la fel..

Femeia,a intrebat copacul multe lucruri,in privinta invataturii vietii..iar apoi,copacul,a chemat calugarul aproape,si dupa o scurta perioada de timp,calugarul,spuse:

[Calugarul]:"Copacul vietii nu-ti poate spune totul,pentru ca sunt anumite lucruri ce n-ar trebui spuse niciodata...fiece mister nu este in totalitate un mister,dar,e mai bine sa fie considerat in acest fel,decat prin stiinta,sa fie ceva descoperit sau inventat,pentru ca,vezi tu,uneori,e mai bine sa nu stii atat de multe.."
[Femeia]:"Dar vreau mai multe sa stiu,pentru ca-mi vor fi utile,acele informatii.."
[Calugarul]:"Ah,oamenii au nevoie de cunoastere..asa nerabdatoare e mintea unora,intr-a sti ce e dincolo de mituri si mistere.."

si calugarul,si-a pus mana sa dreapta inauntrul robei albastru-inchis,iar langa zona pieptului cauta ceva..si cand a gasit,obiectul a fost aratat la lumina..in mainile sale,o carticica...asa de micuta ..in mijloc,pe coperta ei,inconjurat de diamante,era un dragon de jad..cel mai rar jad posibil,roz in mijloc,verde pe tot restul structurii,facand exceptie doar marginile sale,negre..si calugarul,spuse:

[Calugarul]:"Aceasta este vechea Carte a Intelepciunii..este cartea ce-a fost pastrata in copacul vietii,de-a lungul vremurilor,ce-a fost aratata la lumina,iar pastratorul si-a luat numele de Pazitorul Portii,ce e Spiritul Dragonului Rosu..acea carte,a fost adusa aici,in aceasta dimensiune,si nu poate parasi aceste taramuri,caci e pusa pecete sa ramana aici pentru totdeauna...mi-a fost incredintata,so o tin;copacul vietii,mi-a spus ca unul trebuie doar sa-si inchida ochii ,iar apoi,sa o deschida,si deci cel ce cauta un raspuns,il va gasi in una din invatamintele cartii...am observat ca vrei sa stii multe lucruri..atunci,femeie,prietena mea,ia cartea si deschide-o.."
[Femeia]:"Hmmm...istorie lunga,are aceasta carte..chiar doresc sa stiu..."
,,,si spunand acestea,ea lua Cartea Intelepciunii in maini si,isi inchise ochii,deschizand-o...

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