Across the Mountain range of Chiinuko country there is a small town called Sehnbai. The weather is tempered there, and the green plants and fruit-trees grow spontaneously from any free space in the ground, thus colouring the little town with beautiful hues and scents. Throughout the years many great things have come to pass there.

One fine day, in this little town of Sehnbai, under the ancient tree that rose from the center of the courtyard in the local school, a group of children attended a class on religion.

They all sat cross-legged on the ground facing a big heavy woman clothed in a yellow dress. On her head she wore a hat made of straw, under which could be seen her two big and gentle eyes, and her strikingly pink and round shiny cheeks. This big woman in the yellow dress was the teacher.

Standing in front of the class she asked:

“What is it that governs our universe, children?”

Each and every child took their turn to speak as she singled them out, all answering in the same words: “God governs our universe”, but then the big woman in yellow reached a little boy by the name of G’ who had a different reply.

To him the question seemed to contain the answer, and he thought it strange that the teacher would ask for an answer that she had already given. Looking around proudly with the certainty that he would be the only one to give the correct answer he said with a smirk: “The answer is: Children!”

All the other kids giggled, making the jest of him, but he sat with his back straight and his chin up, convinced that he had hit the mark.

Teacher kindly told G’ that he had given a very interesting answer, as he always did, but that she was sorry to tell him that it was not the right one.

“Try again, G’.” Teacher said affirmatively, giving him her caring support.

G’ had to think for a minute, and he sat motionless in his chair, eyes turned to the corner of the ceiling, until with a sudden spark he stood up and faced the teacher to give her the answer.

“Change,” G’ said, ”present and immortal, Change.

What governs our universe, is its own dream; the dream of our universe, permanent and dynamic. Yet, though still to us, our life is also a dream where we ourselves create forms, and shape our own creation, thus reflecting the dream of that which dreams us in our own dream; thus embodying the nature of Change.”

All the kids turned around in dismay.

Who could this be?

They had never heard G’ speak like this.

No kid was ever supposed to talk like he had.

There was a silence in the classroom, and although everyone was confused and at loss for words, the silence was comfortable.

“Well, well,” said the teacher with a wide smile, “Well, having heard that, let me tell you a story about dreams and change…”

The children all faced the teacher again, obviously pleased, for they all enjoyed her stories. And soon they would all fall into the imaginary world, and forget all about G’s apparently strange words.

Big woman in yellow spoke to her class:

“There was once a couple of Falcon birds by the names of Pedhir-le and Pocko who lived up in a nest within the forests of a beautiful and magic mountain. Pedhir-le was a she-falcon, and Pocko a he-falcon.

Now this enamoured young couple would often fly about in the mountains where they lived near their good friends Crow Man, Coyote-Bear and Owl Woman, whom’ had a beautiful little nest in an old stone watermill that was a kind of gathering place and haven for all kinds of animal friends.

One day, as he was flying high up above the clouds, a dream passed by and caught Pocko, dragging him over the Ocean to a distant land.

Pocko knew this dream was change and also destiny, as he had always known that it would one day come, but Pedhir-le was sad indeed, and missed Pocko so very much after he had disappeared.

Now children, this is why Pocko, or Falcon Boy as he was called by some of the animals, knew that the dream would one day come:

Falcon Boy was, of course, of the Falcon clan. He had been sent by them to Team with an Arara-Snake, a Wolf, a Deer and a Butterfly to battle and conquer a big dream all the animals had seen hovering about in the air, and bring back fame and respect to their land.

But now the dream had caught them, and they were all carried off together over the Ocean. The same animals that had joined forces as a group with Falcon Boy were also stuck in that big dream that was taking him away. Little did they know at the time, that the dream was not a good one.

In a flash Pocko found himself on the other side of the Ocean sleeping on a lonely beach. Only Arara-Snake and he had survived the journey; the others had been ingested by the dream during the crossing of the Ocean, and as time would tell, their journey to the West would be hard and sorrowful in ways they could have never imagined. But there was a Great Teaching to be taken from their experience, for all change is the will of God the Overall, as Falcon calls it.

Little did Falcon know that Pedhir-le would soon find another mate; not until he had a terrible nightmare that first night over that big river that is the Ocean.

He tossed and turned in his new sleep, sweating and moaning; and when he woke up he looked up to the sky with the need to voice the nightmare, and said these here words:

“Tell me a story”, my Loved one asked me as she rested her head on my chest. In her eyes the glitter.

Immersed in a melancholic feeling I said to her, “I will tell you the story of what has been, what is, and what will be my heart.”

I peered into the distances, and knew what I would say was and would become. That our story would end like this story in words…

“More than once daily

Since the world has begun,

We see thoughts we cannot comprehend,

And by the mystery we are overcome.

We think it is related to the tree

From which all the fruit has come,

The seed that the nameless sent

Is in the form that we have become.

And since a long time ago,

As right in this very moment,

We cannot remember the start,

And we cannot foresee the end.

For both you and I know

That there is nothing to resent,

We can feel it in our heart,

There was no start and there is no end.

Bending to the wind

We drink from the ground

And we wonder,

Are we lost or have we found?

We dig so we sink

Deep into the underground,

And we wander,

We have lost and we have found…

Hanging in the sky

Is the heart that once is born and once dies.

Yet is always born again only to die again.

Like it are you and I,

From our dawn to our dusk we ride

Driven by our nature,

To sleep and to awaken within the dream.

To forget and to learn beyond the forgotten.

To break and to make from the broken.

We are like the sun and the moon

That swim across the sky together,

And have created the world of ten thousand things,

Only to sink apart.”