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The Path © 1998 by: Cirse Windom
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Dream Sense Dream Being ~ reflection |
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alone he was walking along the rock strewn edge of a deep chasm its interior dark and vast
the rim where he wandered appeared bright almost white but fragile and thin
treading the long length of sprawling canyon he pondered the near void heavier and heavier grew each footfall wearier and wearier grew each effort
he felt something binding his hands and looking down saw great mounds of stones collected in his palms
stones of greed and pain stones of love and grief compassion hope longing evil and despair
stones of awareness patience happiness belonging judgment and revenge
many stones so many many many more stones
a mournful voice echoed echoed echoed within
from this dark abysmal edge.... this fragile ledge often tread....
steadily stones began falling
desperately though weary he tried to gather them
reached to collect one as two more dropped
exasperated he fell wailing reaching striving to fill his self with stones that lay lay lay scattered scattered scattered about
heard in the near distance wild railing and lifted his weeping eyes to see throngs of teetering wanderers lining lining lining the ledge casting stone after stone after stone into the void tipping tipping tipping into darkness screaming grasping flailing helplessly dropping into the dark dark dark bottomless gorge
stop seeker cried and ran stumbling tripping lunging with his clutch of tumbling stones toward wanderers disappearing disappearing disappearing from the ledge
he thrust stones into vacant hands to have them thrown into darkness
take them he cried
they didn’t seem to hear they faltered fell crying descending farther farther farther stricken voices trailing trailing trailing like cast stones into nothingness a voice sang
dancing screamers, softly sighing.... bound by strings of dreams untying.....
tormented haunted by the voice within he continued to grab grab grab the stones fallen from one’s hands push them push them push them into the palm of another
they too were cast and slid into the abyss two three dozens dozens dozens at a time
he watched helpless helpless helpless so many afraid so many claimed by their darkness
seeker struggled to fill the palm of yet another screamer who turning long long long and loudly laughed these are pointless to own they are too heavy too heavy too heavy too many to bear too great too great too great a burden and bother you’re a fool to carry them here here is the end and outermost edge all that is all that isn’t all that will and never be
he cast the stones and arms outstretched leapt softly sighing
passion
is all that
is
laughing, crying.... living, dying....
seeker stood stunned rocked and wretched gazed at his hands
stones so carefully gathered nearly all had slipped away
last stone fell
edge cracked
slipping....
lunged for balance
falling....
voice echoed louder louder louder perfect rhythm deafening drumming rushing pounding faster faster overcome till leaping
leaping....
and at once amid the darkness and the drumming amid the singing and the screaming and the sighing he sailed upon the void and knew at once of passion for at once and without seeming reason seeker was flying flying flying flying....
then hung in motionless suspension
in the madness of the moment....
caught in neutrality meeting eternity
held by hope...
dropped by dread....
bellowing into darkness laughing wailing silent was his voice
thrashing flailing still was his body
soaked and struggling serene and complacent he appeared to be
and there remained wrapped wrapped wrapped in the invisible shroud of what is and what could be silently silently silently screaming
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