L'aura del Campo

Tetrahedron

My hut is small and has no windows. It has no doors. No one has ever entered. No one ever will.

It has three tiny rooms. They fight among themselves. In one the mind crows that he's smarter. In another the soul admonishes that he's eternal. The spirit tells them both to hush. The walls are thin and they've been arguing for years. There's no end in sight.

I go from one to the other. I dwell here too. But I feel invisible and small among those smarter, wiser and greater than I. I crawl into whatever quiet space I find.

I'm the only one who goes outside. I'm the only one who has any friends. I tell my rooms that not one of them knows what goes on outside their walls. I don't bother telling my friends they have no clue what goes on inside me.

My hut is small. It has no windows; it has no doors. And it's only big enough for one.

Divided
Tetrahedron.
Three, one.

© Kåre Enga [169.77] 2012-08-13

Note:

Monday, August 13, 2012 ~ Day 13 of the 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is Imagine the abstract part of you (mind, soul, spirit) is a house. What rooms are in the house? Which room is your favorite, or are you afraid of, or do you find yourself in most? Describe one of these rooms in detail, or give us an overview of the whole house full of rooms.

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