This is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.
The omphalos of the world slowly fills with water. Rainwater collects in the sacred stone, and though animals and birds drink from it, the sun evaporates it, green growing things siphon it, the level rises inexorably.
If the omphalos overflows, the stories say, it will be as if an ocean of tears pours over the world. We will all drown in a welter of sadness. But who remembers the stories these days? Who, beneath the rainbow-coloured sky knows how to stop the rising of the waters of oblivion? Who recalls the lighting of the fires to celebrate the return of the sun, the leaping flames that dry the sadness of the waters and fill their smooth, unruffled surface with the dance of life and the song of firebirds?
Perhaps, somewhere, the memory lives on. Perhaps it will awake and we will remember.
Meanwhile, the waters rise, the omphalos fills with tears, and the earth sleeps.
Not knowing what is yet to come, it’s already here in some cases.
Certainly enough tears.
Yes indeed ๐
Not all have forgotten the old ways ๐
No. I wish there weren’t so many inventing ‘old ways’ though, from the comfort of their overheated home with a full freezer and a huge car for each family member in the garage…
There will always be those who ‘know best’ ๐
I’m afraid so.
This is an interesting take on the photo. It makes a lot of sense.
You did a terrific job with this. The way I can tell is when the chosen word becomes your own. Perfect.
I love that word ๐
Strange word darling,
nonetheless i miss you…
https://deletedangel.wordpress.com/2018/03/27/omphalos/
Add omphalos to your vocabulary collection ๐
I did darling..
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Damn, we’re happy sticken stickers….
You can do unhappy stickers too ๐ฆ
Only with the phone..
On the computer too. With the bracket going the other way.
Really?
Yup
i do unhappy stickers, just fine using computer or phone..