May 27 2009

The Tale of the Sands

Published by at 7:57 am under Stories

Another favorite story from Idries Shah’s Tales of the Dervishes. Encountering the desert, a stream must remember its true nature in order to pass beyond it. Our greatest difficulties become our most profound teachers.


/ Photo by JoelDeluxe /

The Tale of the Sands

A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its waters disappeared.

It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: ‘The Wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.’

The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.


/ Photo by trec_lit /

‘By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.’

But how could this happen? ‘By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.’

This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose it individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?

‘The wind,’ said the sand, ‘performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river.

‘How can I know that this is true?’

‘It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.’


/ Photo by visulogik /

‘But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?’

‘You cannot in either case remain so,’ the whisper said. ‘Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one.’

When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he – or some part of him, was it? – had been held in the arms of the wind. He also remembered – or did he? – that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.

And the stream raised his vapor into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away.


/ Photo by Gilliamhome /

And because he had had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected, ‘Yes, now I have learned my true identity.’

The stream was learning. But the sands whispered: ‘We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.’

And that is why it is said that the way in which the Stream of Life is to continue on its journey is written in the Sands.

Tales of the Dervishes: Teaching Stories of the Sufi Masters over the Past Thousand Years
by Idries Shah


/ Photo by Wolfgang Staudt /

5 responses so far

5 Responses to “The Tale of the Sands”

  1. Jim Atwellon 27 May 2009 at 6:03 pm

    You are not the echo of Love.
    You are the creator of Love.
    Make a joyful noise and
    Dance to your own music.

    Much Love
    Jim Atwell

  2. aparnaon 27 May 2009 at 9:50 pm

    O WOW!!!!!!!

    :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
    :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) Ivan!!!

  3. akeem akinniyion 02 Jun 2009 at 12:57 am

    You left me breathless. You are a library that must not burn down.

  4. jojoon 06 Aug 2009 at 7:27 am

    its reallly well put up!!

    luved every word of it
    thnx appy for introducing me to this ….

  5. aparrnaon 09 May 2011 at 11:10 pm

    Hey JOJO,

    So good to see you here buddy. (Sorry Ivan, if we’re forgetting this is your page)
    It’s so so so good when i bring along friends to the teahouse!!!

Trackback URI | Comments RSS

Leave a Reply