Two singers walked through a yellow wood,
Singing as they went.
Blessed by the songs were the creatures of nature.
The singers were bound together by a love which encompassed both themselves and their song.
The woods made a beautiful path for the singers
And the love in their song went ahead of them.
Being both expressions of the same Love the singers knew one another as the lips know a smile.
As the sun went down, a full moon lit the way, and the singers were bathed in moon light.
They sang into the night, joined by a symphony of nature.
Soon Coyotes and owls, wolves and crickets joined in the song.
The singers knew not that they loved each other.
They knew only the love of the song which they shared.
It happened the next morning: a fork in the path offered two directions through the forest.
The singers knew not what to do.
They had no destination.
They had only their song and a little whim to walk in the woods.
They thought about this until finally one said.
“I’ll take this path and you take the other one.
“We will meet when the paths come together.”
Somehow it did not feel right to split up the song but they did.
One went one direction and the other went the other.
At first they tried to call out to one another but soon the Forest heard only one voice.
The paths which at first looked smooth and easy soon grew very hard.
The forest which first looked so beautiful soon became gnarled with thickets and thorns.
The song which had been so strong seemed almost lost.
Both singers found encampments of people who had settled down in the Forest.
“Come stay with us,” they urged.
The Forest is all we need.”
But each singer remembered the other, and the Love they shared.
Little wisps of melody of the Song came back to them and they remembered.
Deep in the Forest they began to sing, much to the protests of the Forest dwellers.
“Why are you making that noise? Stop it or you will have to leave.”
And they left.
Both singers, miles apart, left their encampments and took up the journey again.
They began to sing parts of the song they remembered.
Soon the animals of the woods took up the song and it echoed throughout the Forest.
As the song echoed the singers began to recognize each other’s voices.
They followed them and there in a clearing they met face to face.
They were so happy they embraced one another for the first time.
They had never been separated before and thought of themselves as One.
In the clearing, the full moon shone brightly, bathing the two in moon light.
They sang their song together in that moonlit clearing.
They sang like they had never sung before.
As they sang moon beams illumined a trail that seemed familiar.
They followed the trail, half knowing where it went, to a beautiful lake.
On the shore of the lake they saw a beautiful cabin.
Suddenly they remembered that this was their old home they had left long ago.
They opened the door and went inside where they saw their home, perfectly preserved.
The table was beautifully set.
The napkins were laid out.
The stove was warm and fresh baked bread lay on it.
They remembered this beautiful home by the lake.
How could they ever have forgotten about it?
They remembered the Love they shared and the song that sprang from it.
They remembered themselves as One, sharing the same Love that filled them.
There they rested in an ancient peace and Love that satisfied and the two were One Love.
No more desire to leave entered their hearts.
They had found rest in the Love that they were.
And the Song rested in their bones.