I'm very light. I think maybe I burned
all up: I'm ash, now. I once saw a sheet of newspaper fall into a
very hot campfire: the entire sheet flared and turned carbon-black,
all at once, still whole, its type a faintly visible silver. And it
floated back towards the sky, in one piece.
I'm adrift like that: transformed,
possibly ruined, but whole, and drifting very gently. I have been a
long time aloft.
Self-exiled from my friends, from my
writing, from all the life I knew before. But I'm coming home now,
with my black, silver-tattooed wings shivering. Gliding down to rest,
softly. Maybe I'll come to bits, snagged on twig-points and
leaf-ends and fence-posts. But maybe I'm fine. Who knows?
Once upon a time, Prince Siddhartha
Gautama decided enough was enough. It was time to sit down, and not
to get up again until he had solved the problem of suffering. But you
have to reach the ground, before you can do something like that.
So many things happened in such rapid
succession. I was dazed by the end of it. Because for many long years
nothing had happened, and I had grown accustomed to nothing
happening. I thought nothing would ever happen again. Then, whoosh!
The fire – and again – and again –
And now, the ground coming slowly up to
meet me; the night air gently laying me down.
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this has me laughing, I hope that is okay. In my head I said, "and THAT is the meaning of Up, Up, and Over, my friend." I say that to a client, become friend of mine. And then I wink. He says, "How do I stop having to climb?" And I say, "If you want to get to a place you HAVE to move." Life on life's terms moves, we move, we burn, we get back up, we stand our ground, we dance the dance the Creator has given us as our grace for coping and growing.
Additional note, I used to think that I was not enough if I could not be grounded all of the time. How HILARIOUS!! The if-onlies are out to get me I SWEAR IT!! hehehe
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I like that you laugh, Elisa!
:-) thanks Zhoen --
I have seen sheets of printed paper flare and turn black, as you describe, and it is strangely beautiful.
May the night air be gentle with you, now and always.
I am imagining a painting by Chagall come to life ...
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