SMOOTH LANDING

He looked out the airport window onto the landing strip. The hot air reflected off the white pavement, and it resembled an ocean rolling in and out from the mountains in the distant. He wondered if the plane pilots ever approach the strip and fear they might actually dive right through; just them and passengers slowly sinking down toward the center of the earth. He wondered if there could be a plane down there already. One that got overlooked when the traffic control tower wasn’t paying attention. He wondered how long it would be before anyone realized an entire plane was missing. Could they call for help? They probably aren’t getting very good reception at the center of the earth.

His concern for the wellbeing of the sinking plane was suddenly interrupted by a small tug on his jeans pocket. He looked down and saw a tiny, smiling face. Hanging with one hand from his pocket was little Asian girl; a stuffed giraffe tucked under her free arm.

“Hello,” he said, and the girl shrieked with delight. She quickly coiled backward on her heels and crunched her body up tight like a turtle receding into its shell.

He heard a plane approaching the landing strip and turned back to the window. Leaning against the glass, he watched closely. The wheels hit the ground, the plane gently bounced, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

 

THE THINKING STONE

Hold it tight. Clear your mind.
Tell it what you wish to find.
Bury it deep in the palm of your hand.
Close your eyes and understand.
There is no stone in your hand at all.
Only space you thought you saw.
So open your hand and hold that thought.
Now the stone is still there.
And still somehow it’s not.

THE SUN’S GIFT

Then the boy asked the sun, “Why do you go away at night?”

The sun replied to the boy, “So I can give warmth to those I cannot reach from here.”

"Will you return?" said the boy.

"Of course."

"But how will I know?"

The sun paused for a moment, then said, “I will leave you a gift every night. And every night, when you look up in the sky, you’ll see it, and that is how you’ll know I’m not far away.”

So the boy waited for night and when it came, he looked up at the sky. There, amid the stars, was a beautiful light looking down on him.

"Hello," said the light, "I’m moon."

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