The brothers both looked at the cup; it was bluish in color with parts of it sculpted as a dragon. They could both feel its aura of healing and energy washing over them like renewed sunshine of past forgiven deeds. Even standing back a distance from the cup, they could both feel the cells of their bodies awakening to the beauty of the garden surrounding them outside the castle walls. They could sense the flowers in the dragon cup enjoying a status of perfect health and unfettered growth.
It was as if the cup opened the hidden books of their minds to confirm that all living things were really connected. They could feel the roots of the plants fashioning themselves into instruments of life that played with the harmony of the earth that embraced them.
They could hear the bees and the dragon flies beating and buzzing their wings in the celebration of life and its uniqueness which sustained them. They heard the secret whisperings between the evergreen plants and multicolored flowers. The men felt the effortless wonder of all living things around them to fulfill the contract and promise of growing into the best versions of themselves and rejecting anything that distracted from that goal. The brothers looked at each other, instantly knowing they would need to replace the flowers of the cup with the healing thirst of water.
The energized water because of the cup, they knew, would bring their younger brother Jack back from the edge of death’s calling, as he lay in bed in the city of Nuevern, Asentralight. The brothers turned their attention back to the cup as one of them reached out their hand to grasp an authentic ambassador of life.
GF Poetic Wisdom | We are not creatures apart from nature, but its children, and as such, we stand to inherit its treasures. ~ Gabriel Foster
