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stretching
before me at sunrise shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet
another sunrise shall lay another shadow before me, and that also shall
be gathered at another noon.
      Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And
all that we have gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for
fields yet unploughed. We are the fields and the ploughmen, the
gatherers and the gathered.
      When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there a
wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness
dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space
without measure.
      And when you were a silent word upon life's quivering lips, I too
was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down
the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for
tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth
pursued.
      And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I
an earth in His left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone
upon.
      And we, sun and earth, are but the beginning of a greater sun and a
greater earth. And always shall we be the beginning.
      You are your own forerunner, you the stranger passing by the gate of
my garden.
      And I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my
trees and seem motionless.
     
     

GOD'S FOOL
         
      Once there came from the desert to the great city of Sharia a man
who was a dreamer, and he had naught but his garment and staff.
      And as he walked through the streets he gazed with awe and wonder at
the temples and towers and palaces, for the city of Sharia was of
surpassing beauty. And he spoke often to the passers-by, questioning
them about their city—but they understood not his language, nor he
their language.
      At the noon hour he stopped before a vast inn. It was built of
yellow marble, and people were going in and coming out unhindered.
      “This must be a shrine,' he said to himself, and he too went in. But
what was his surprise to find himself in a hall of great splendour and
a large company of men and women seated about many tables. They were
eating and drinking and listening to the musicians.
      'Nay,' said the dreamer. 'This is no worshipping. It must be a feast
given by the prince to the people, in celebration of a great event.'
      At that moment a man, whom he took to be the slave of the prince,
approached him, and bade him be seated. And he was served with meat and
wine and most excellent sweets.
      When he was satisfied, the dreamer rose to depart. At the door he
was stopped by a large man magnificently arrayed.
      'Surely this is the prince himself,' said the dreamer in his heart,
and he bowed to him and thanked him.
      Then the large man said in the language of the city:
      'Sir, you have not paid for your dinner.' And the dreamer did not
understand, and again thanked him heartily. Then the large man
bethought him, and he looked more closely upon the dreamer. And he saw
that he was a stranger, clad in but a poor garment, and that indeed he
had not wherewith to pay for his meal. Then the large man clapped his
hands and called—and there came four watchmen of the city. And they
listened to the large man. Then they took the dreamer between them, and
they were two on each side of him. And the dreamer noted the
ceremoniousness of their dress and of their manner and he looked upon
them with delight. 'These,' said he, 'are men of distinction.'
      And they walked all together until they came to the House of
Judgement and they entered.
      The dreamer saw before him, seated upon a throne, a venerable man
with flowing beard, robed majestically. And he thought he was the king.
And he rejoiced to be brought before