Voyage and Vision
"The way to the ocean is via the clear glass vessel," cried the Shepherd standing on the lone silver rock with His hand concave to His naked lips and His eyes gleaming at the flocks of hooded wanderers searching for their souls in the amber grains of sand. "Go forth and find your treasure amongst the wolves, oh you of daring spirit, and there you too shall find peace." I looked unabashedly upon His virtuous threads as He vanished, leaving only the residue of His leather sandals.
I clung to the lone strap that lay still upon its bed, sacrificing it to the woman on my left, the woman whose hood was stained with the elements of her earlier existence..."I think this belongs to you," I whispered in the tones of a natural born minstrel. Her captivating smile commenced a voyage inside the mind of a young girl...a girl riddled with beautiful daydreams and opulent nightmares, where only I had been granted vision. Upon a carpet in the sky, sat her teacher and in His right hand, He held the scripture of her life.
As He uncovered it, doves flocked to the four windows surrounding Him and from their beaks were born her Brothers and sisters of song. From the embouchement of her Brothers and sisters came the charming canticles that gave passage to rivers of mental images bequeathing her allusions to guide her footsteps. Storms penetrated her safe haven; fire, rain, wind, hail, thunder and lightning taunted the walls in black and white, the power of the sun played shadows on her skin and in her eyes, the stars prophesied several chapters of her biography.
Relatives, friends and companions, Lovers and enemies who helped construct the arches of her history slept in her dormitories, roosted in her lairs, dined in her café, bathed in her rain forests and relaxed on her verandas while sipping the chai of her spirit. As she felt herself drowning, babes kissed her eyes awake and welcomed her into the land of thistle and feathers...and there she saw the wonders of her own birth, the Womb that nourished her growth, the Canal she traveled to life and the first burst of Light that gave her breath and sight.
The sign read..."Do not disturb until the appointed time...for if the events unfold too soon, the trumpets will blare an odious tune."
~daria S. dawson
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