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The Lotus Eaters and The Cloud People

The Lotus Eaters and The Cloud People


In the olden days, when stories were handed down
from mouth to ear and ear to mouth
there lived the Lotus Eaters,
they were a beautiful and proud people,
living off the land
in harmony with the Azure Sea and Sepia Earth,
and this is the way it was
for a very very long time
to the north, even longer than before,
the Cloud People lived surrounded in mystery,
they were spoken about
in hushed tones, they were rarely seen,
for a mist always seemed to precede
their arrival, no one knew how high into
the clouds they lived, no know knew
if they lived in fear,
for the Lotus Eaters
were fearful of heights,
and so one day,
and no one knows how it happened so,
no one knows why,
a small girl-child ate of the Lotus
of Special Powers, no one knew that on that exact
same hour, a child of the Clouds walked through his own
mist for it had never happened before,
and from that day forth
the Lotus Eaters and the Cloud People
met in the
Festival of Lights,
their days were numbered and so their saga ended
and even unto this day, this very same day,
nothing remains but the Lotus Flower,
and the sea of its birth.



— Kailashana, Aug 10, 2008

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Mark

Mark

17 years 10 months ago

Very pleasing a fine story

no one knew - right? makes more sense there hmm This is a very pleasant reading kaila. I felt a soft touch of experience. Thanks, Mark
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Anna...

Is this the origin of the festival, or the story behind it.. and does it pertain to the Persian or the later Hindu version..? I like it when I have to look something up to understand it.. but not knowing enough can get me in trouble.. either way it is a beautiful story... and I thank you for posting it... Richard
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 10 months ago

Hi moon-man (i like calling

Hi moon-man (i like calling you that!). This particular version is my own that came to me last night and Festival of Lights was a euphemism .for *enlightenment*. Which may or may not have anything to do with other versions ;-) Hugs my dear friend, A p.s. sometimes we can get in *trouble for not knowing*, however, in the world of poetry everything is acceptable. ;-)
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

17 years 10 months ago

Anna

Being a fan of mystical tales and your poems, you caught me on this one. I read it four times and will most likely read again. This is beautifully written; a tale told with magic and mist. (I have to laugh at "moon-man" and be thankful that I don't use my normal online moniker here on Neo) love ~ Ronda
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 10 months ago

~A

I too, enjoyed this one. Imagination blended with beauty and mystery, a beautiful story unfolds~ Very nice!
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

smiling...

well that makes it that much more a beautiful story... my daughter(she's 6) is asking me... what are you smiling about... loved it Anna.. and all of the comments... Moon-man
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 10 months ago

what you call the lotus eaters

I call the eldritch. And they still exist. I converse with them daily. Adore your work, though this one made me sad, loss of magic. cheers, Jess
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 10 months ago

Yep. (do you see dead

Yep. (do you see dead people too?) Bear hug. A http://eldritchtradition.com/ ? http://www.eldritch-trilogy.com/KBhuh.html
A

Arrow

16 years 12 months ago

Hypnotic.

I didn't find it sad, though. Comforting rather. To live one's final days inside an epiphany then disappear into the festival lights seems to me to be what we ought to be trying for. Now, if the flower and the birthing sea disappeared, that would be sad.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 12 months ago

Thanks for reading Arrow;

Thanks for reading Arrow; indeed sadness would fill the void. Much love to you and yours, Anna "You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics." Charles Bukowski