| A cloaked figure stepped lightly into the evening, blanketed under a reticent rose sky. Odoriferous violet permeated the air. And trees in various phases of transmutation caught her eye; ethereal, evolving into the amethyst shades of the scent. All became one in a parallel and crystal vision. Sense was here anent bunches of fairy buds blossoming thick in the emerald green carpet. A grassy, flowering velvet visage unfolding, grasping and growing, touching on and beyond this memorable moment of tranquility... Breathing slowly in the dusk of unmasking musk, not the breath of evening's slumber, but the depth and breadth of eternity. Muted and gentle were the tones of silence and shadow hanging low; clear and resonant were the rhymes rising and ringing in heart and mind. Gently chiming blowing breezes extolling secrets of ancient clairvoyants and spirits seeded, guiding the needy through obscurity in their elemental strife. Softly humming free and all resounding in the chants of hovering souls abounding, through paths of dualities slowly meeting recounting themes of darkness and of light. Mystic melodies then releasing, and for sowing essences are calling, in transcendent modes and forms of being, resplendent hymns of Eternal Life. Sarah Gallant © 2003 |
| ~ On The Edge Of Mystic Wood ~ |