"Let go..."
The monk replied to Kian's whispered question, keen senses having detected it as he walked closer. The monk had not intervened at the discovery of the thief, the sudden glow and manifestations around the chest momentarily awakening feelings of greed and intrigue. The monk had whispered a prayer to the kami and fortunes to ward of these insidious thoughts. Somewhere inside his mind Sahlall hissed and cursed. Eido placed a strange clawed hand upon Kian's shoulder, his soft spoken and melodious voice even in tone.
"Let go of this greed, that lock-box has brought you nothing but trouble and will continue to do so until the price of it's possession will be too steep to pay... I have walked your path once, coveting things of gold and ivory, tryng to still hunger with fine wine and "other" appetites of the flesh. it is a hunger that will never fade, you will never have enough regardless of what you throw in its gaping maw... Learn from this experience and simply
Let Go...
Or, be as the scorpion....and surrender to what you believe you are and drown in the waters of your own desires.... It is not my place to judge, either way... "The stairway of life leads both to the heavens and to the abyss...."
The monk walked further until he stood by the merchant's side.
"Heed my words, Merchant. That lock-box you took is as much yours as it is the thief's, Something dwells within it that you may not wish to uncover... You would do best to leave it in the cart near us where we may face whatever evil it contains. Better yet, you should part from it entirely... I doubt you will see wisdom in my words, I know you will find my words imprudent, foolish even... You have no obligation to listen to me but, one can not see if a tree grows without planting a seed...
He bowed his head, saving the merchant from the sight of his serpentine eyes, another bead passing through his fingers. He would slow down once more to walk next to the cart with the others in sient contemplation. Were his attempts to influence the situation to direct, would he not be like water? Was he not like fire, spreading through the grass. he had lived apart from this world for so long and it was calling up part from him he had forgotten. He inhaled and exhaled, finding his still mind, finding the present... A leaf in the wind...
The monk replied to Kian's whispered question, keen senses having detected it as he walked closer. The monk had not intervened at the discovery of the thief, the sudden glow and manifestations around the chest momentarily awakening feelings of greed and intrigue. The monk had whispered a prayer to the kami and fortunes to ward of these insidious thoughts. Somewhere inside his mind Sahlall hissed and cursed. Eido placed a strange clawed hand upon Kian's shoulder, his soft spoken and melodious voice even in tone.
"Let go of this greed, that lock-box has brought you nothing but trouble and will continue to do so until the price of it's possession will be too steep to pay... I have walked your path once, coveting things of gold and ivory, tryng to still hunger with fine wine and "other" appetites of the flesh. it is a hunger that will never fade, you will never have enough regardless of what you throw in its gaping maw... Learn from this experience and simply
Let Go...
Or, be as the scorpion....and surrender to what you believe you are and drown in the waters of your own desires.... It is not my place to judge, either way... "The stairway of life leads both to the heavens and to the abyss...."
The monk walked further until he stood by the merchant's side.
"Heed my words, Merchant. That lock-box you took is as much yours as it is the thief's, Something dwells within it that you may not wish to uncover... You would do best to leave it in the cart near us where we may face whatever evil it contains. Better yet, you should part from it entirely... I doubt you will see wisdom in my words, I know you will find my words imprudent, foolish even... You have no obligation to listen to me but, one can not see if a tree grows without planting a seed...
He bowed his head, saving the merchant from the sight of his serpentine eyes, another bead passing through his fingers. He would slow down once more to walk next to the cart with the others in sient contemplation. Were his attempts to influence the situation to direct, would he not be like water? Was he not like fire, spreading through the grass. he had lived apart from this world for so long and it was calling up part from him he had forgotten. He inhaled and exhaled, finding his still mind, finding the present... A leaf in the wind...