Stories/Parables/Koans: The Wound (part 2)

Today’s Parable comes from an “an African-American employee of [advertising agency] Wieden + Kennedy.” A more complete background behind these words can be found Here.



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“What was it like
when you realized your brothers were
jealous and what they planned to do?”

“I felt like a lion with a chain around
its neck. Not degraded by the chain, and
not complaining, but just waiting for my
power to be recognized.

“How about down in the well, and in
prison? How was it then?”

“Like the moon when it’s getting
smaller, yet knowing the fullness to
come. Like a seed pearl ground in the
mortar for medicine, that knows it will
now be the light of the human eye.

Like a wheat grain that breaks open in
the ground, then grows, then gets
harvested, then crushed in the mill for
flour, then baked, then crushed again
between teeth to become a person’s
deepest understanding.
Lost in Love, like songs the planters
sing the night after they sow the seed.”