'Seed sparring'
Abrahadabra!
And there it was,
just past the tree that cannot properly be pronounced.
Out of nowhere it appeared,
in the middle of the desert,
a rope.
Leading straight up and out beyond sight.
And so without giving it a second thought (being the perfect fool that I am.) I am already climbing it.
Pulling and shimmying,
Climbing and climbing.
Pulling with my top,
Pushing with my bottom all in one rhythmic fashion.
Climbing, climbing, climbing and still more climbing.
Climbing upon climbing did occur.
I climbed and climbed for years and years.
Till each muscle develops fully,
solely,
for its purpose to fulfill,
to complete its task that
my will has set it to.
I climbed on still farther beyond aim.
I become climbing.
Me and rope.
Rope and myself.
This rope and I are no longer separate; one and the same we are one another so perfectly equal.
No difference we
strive, through, ourself
And I can remember learning nothing else save the fact that this rope and I are one and -
Pamm!!!!!
I hit something.
The end of the rope.
Tied to a cylindrical digit.
And that did I climb upon to take my amazement.
Finding myself standing on a rather large finger.
Yes! I'm sure of it because it happens to be attached to a rather huge being staring quite particularly at
me.
One brow raised, curl-lipped and fingers stroking beard.
At first, I was puzzled. What was it? Pow! er as soon as I asked
it hit me-
He's a man.
Upon recalling that all I can remember is the rope.
Another commonsensical yet divine understanding came to my enlightenment…. So am I.
So I am,
and quite a fine temple I've acquired in all that rope work.
Without a moments hesitation, directly after all my wisdom came
did the dialogue begin to break.
"Well little one," he said. (With a smile too smug for this fairytale.)
"What is it you want?"
I looked at him without even trying to hide my contempt.
"What do you mean 'what is it ‘I' want?' It is you, who fished me out of the sea of something into the open air of nothing?"
He looked puzzled, though I could tell he was pleased with my rebellion.
He then solemnly replied,
"I want what you want."
"Oh please! What a perfect evasion! How beautiful, how divine, but now were back where we started.
Him now giving a proud look upon my ingenuity and continued independence.
Yet, I was about to hit a bone.
"I suppose I stand guilty of your answer by my question. So then allow me to rephrase myself.
What is it you wanted before I came along?"
At this he glowered at me. Ha! He had forgotten I could tell.
Elder creators always forgetful. I myself am empty of reasonable recall for coming here.
That's how I knew, and I equally glowered back at him.
We Had matched wits.
This was strange and unique unto us both.
Staring straight at one another. For all our questions of each other were instantly cured. Worlds of universes pass between us, between our sights, within our vision. These worlds,
all
each unique and more interesting than all the things he and I had seen in both our lifetimes combined.
Neither of us notices.
Our eye contact fixed stare beyond control.
Concentration was concrete
unbreakable.
Even by us.
For it was so complete that not either of us was aware of the other or even of
ourselves.
Consciousness dissolves within infinite direction.
Then as subtle as can be the sorrow of departure began, as I had the singular thought of
Safety.
That was all it took to break the spell.
Thought destroys truth.
See, I have remembered that I had forgotten
to mention earlier on in the story that I had tied the beginning of the rope to my feet so's I could find my way back.
Still though, this seemingly silent little thought triggered the break. Bewildering the bond will.
I motioned a fragmented jerk towards my feet.
It wasn't me!?! I swear.
It even caught me completely unawares.
I suppose it could have been the rope. You know tapping me on the shoulder in its own little way. Declaring an indication that its time to go.
Any way something similar must have occurred to him.
He reared his head back a little as if to call attention to someone in another room.
Our eyes never broke contact.
We moved in symbiotic synchronicity.
For when we moved it was commandeered by the universe outside us.
It was the dance of the space time matter stuff, the soil that surrounds us, pulling our actions as if they were roots.
At any rate. Although I feel, that reminiscence of any clarity is is required. I must honestly say at present this retrospect seems kind of redundant. Even for an old sentimental fool like myself, listening to over romanticized religious retro-babble always makes me uncomfortable.
So, let's press on shall we…
All right, after all the notices of noticing each others noticing one another. In that one single act did time ensue.
All in motion, I bend my knees rightly to take a good jump. Him flicking the finger under my feet. The result of this thrusting me forward and out.
Ever so gently though.
Balanced in direction.
Perfectly and pleasantly horizontal.
I was looking out but I could feel his stare and just as I thought it did I experience the tug. From the slack of the rope coming to it's end. At this moment, I must confess when I came to a stop the feeling was pleasure purely lucid.
This compares weakly with the PHYSICAL RUSH from a LARGE DOSE of a HARD DRUG that you know is just TOO GOOD.
Anyway, this was slighted by a winged cut. Suddenly all the stillness of all the stars were instantly blurred. Then, by the softness of my astral stomach I began to realize he was spinning me round and round like an unwanted yo-yo on the end of his finger.
Very fast.
Hard fast.
Around and round and round.
And this was like no real pleasure at all but the complete reverse.
Hung-over in humiliation, spinning faster and faster,
The universes' starry blur fading in and out.
I was getting sick.
Unbearable.
The string finally gives and there did he throw me higher than any heaven ever. The outward drift towards the edge of obtrusion the out most inness ever . Way past the web of wyrd which weaves our very existence. Of so far outward did I fly, the air thinned long ago back at the rope. Here thin itself thinned out.
Speculation itself seemed to be alive. I was embraced by annihilation
I could feel my blood in every vein not merely pumping but flowing, rushing stopless. My eyes bulging,
Every nerve locked,
Every muscle tense.
One lung full the other empty, complete.
I was experience .
Birth and death both pleasure and pain,
To the fullest extreme and beyond.
To the point of conscious naught.
Then did the momentum give and I begin to drift,
Not unlike the dust hairs that only become visible in the beams of sunlight that burst through the house windows on a shiny day.
Here where thought's own irrevocable are shattered.
Aye!!! All attempts to describe are nihl.
Suddenly, I'm surrounded by splendorous splashes in a serenade of symbolic visions.
Slowly,
ever so,
slowly
Do I descend
Slowly downward.
The spirit of me doused by the resins of all entity.
Clairvoyant singular glimpses of the entirety complete the trip.
As I descend, slowly ever so gracefully back to my body and my earth. Back to Malkuth.
Seed sparring. My first crack at prose and probably the most fun I have ever had writing. Oh, and Abrahadabra is not a mis-spelling(for those unfamiliar) & Malkuth is like Hebrew for the world of matter, in a word. J-me
tweet this!