S.O.S. March 4, 2009

I fell off the ship

In the deep of the night,

And miraculously landed

On a rock

That appeared somewhere

Under and down below,

Raised up from the sea bed,

Just as I was about to hit

The dark inkwell of

Neverness.

 

I have been here,

Sitting.

No wings.

No brooms.

No nuts.

Going nuts,

Slowly.

 

I have been watching:

Big dragons breathing fire,

Romping and stomping

All over the land.

Their tails whipping up winds,

And their scales throwing embers;

Their glowing eyes like laser beams,

Sowing death and despair.

Birds dropping from the sky,

Animals fleeing but being ravaged

By the breath of the flames

 

Then:

Black Holes.

Nothing else

But tears

To water the land…

 

I have seen:

Clouds!

But it was only dust

From people

(People, like me)

Walking and running,

Fleeing or fighting.

Everything falling

but rain.

Only salt water all around me.

 

Butterflies came in the night.

Bright and white,

Softly landing on my eyes.

They covered the scenes

And whispered new thoughts:

Of Owl Island and magic,

Of green and growth,

Of love and thoughts,

Of wisdom and empathy

 

The butterflies lay eggs:

Small granules of hope

 

Some have been hatching

And started to spin a web:

Soft threads of kindness,

Strong bonds of courage

 

I am grasping for it now

And holding on.

Slowly weaving new fabric…

I am writing now

With a feather dropped

From the wing of Phoenix.

I dipped it into the inkwell surrounding me

And wrote it on a piece

of woven silk.

 

My message is simple:

Here I am.

Alone,

On my rock,

In the middle

Of Lemuria.

 

Dancing to the Symphony of Life January 22, 2009

In one of the valleys of this magical island, I found a grassy spot.  It was a beautiful day, with bugs and butterflies all around, the sweet smell of ripe, red apples in the air, and a refresing breeze touching the leaves and grassy tops ever so lightly. 

I heard the voices of my loved ones drifting somewhere in my memories, like some pink and white cherry petals floating on a crystal clear stream.  Their voices became stronger as I walked deeper into the grassy area, and the memories became little drifting candles pulling me deeper into the river of things that happened a long time ago.  I felt the tucking at my feet, and felt how the memories now flowed through my body, warming every part of my being, and reminding me of places in my soul that have been cold for so long…

I started the slow dance to the rythm of the memories, and became one with the trees, the wind, the air, the clouds.  My feet moved around in the grass, leaving spots where the stems were bent and broken, releasing the smell into the air.  I was taken back even futher, remembering the faces that go with the voices of my loved ones…

My whole body was part of the rythm now, swaying and swinging to the music that flowed in and out of me.  Higher and faster, the dance went to a place high above the valley I found my body in, and I looked down at my body as I was flying and soaring on the wind.

I saw the tunnel of light open up before me, and so wanted to go there…all my loved ones were waving at me, beckoning me to come closer, to join them in their world of pure light and perfection…

But I suddenly felt the silver chord that connected my spirit to my body, jerk.  I knew that I had a choice: Break the chord and fly into the tunnel with my loved ones, or go back to my body…

I felt the sun beating on my back, but at the same time the wind was cold in my face.  I looked at the tunnel of light, and looked down at my body…

Then I thought back to the music of that mellow, grassy spot down in the valley, and to the rythm of Life pulsing through me as I was dancing down there.

I looked back at the tunnel of light, and whispered a “See you soon…”, for I knew that the music would stop playing one day, and I would be free to go into another symphony with all the ones I loved.

When I returned to the grassy area, I saw the fairy ring of mushrooms where I had danced, and left that place knowing that I had left my footprints there forever.

The Symphony

When I had her all the time,

I thought,

we had all the time in the world…

So I spent a lot of time

without her…

Now I know

that every human being

only has so many breaths,

and the life you breath into others

are the only breaths worth remembering…

Take time to listen to the music of Life’s beautiful noise,

Compose your own songs,

direct your own symphony.

Dance to the rhythm until you are out of breath.

Refuse to throw your time away –

it is your most precious gift.

Give it to the ones that will keep you breathing

after their time has dripped away,

for all eternity…

 

 

 

Through the Mirror Lake (and into the Tunnel…) January 13, 2009

 Into The Mirror Pond: A Journey of Self Discovery

 The sky and water seem to be on fire.  It is sunset, such a magical time of the day.  I used my walnut to beam directly to the Mirror Lake to undertake a journey of self discovery, similar to what  E and Gypsy told us about.  It is with a beating heart and some fear that I stand before the still water. 

 

I look into the crystal clear edge to see if I can find the shoes Gypsy saw, but there is nothing but pebbles in all the colours of a prism.  A small school of rainbow fish darts across, and somewhere a dragonfly lands softly on the surface, sending ripples to me like the soft sighs of a baby in its sleep.

Well, maybe nothing will happen here.  Perhaps I know all there is to know…

The ripples grow bigger and bigger.  “The dragonfly must have been one heavy insect!” I think, as I watch the waves, still growing bigger.  Suddenly one of the waves jumps out of the pond, and grabs my legs.  The cold fingers of the water send needles through my whole body, as the water now blankets me from head to toe.  I struggle to catch my breath, as I am sucked into the lake in a swirling mealstrohm of foam, spray and icy cold water…

The blue-green wave jumps out of the Lake and grabs me

Deeper and deeper into the lake, until it is dark blue all around me, and I am completely trapped  like an insect in a piece of amber.  I am almost out of breath.  Will this be the end of me?  I wave my arms around and kick wildly.  There is only the cold water around me, like a big jelly hand that holds me down and pushes me even deeper into the dark tunnel which has opened under me.

Finally, I start to fall, out of the water, and down into a black tunnel.  I gulp for air.  “Alice…” I think fleetingly, but there is nothing here to grab, no one to ask for help.  Still I am falling deeper and deeper into what feels like the Abyss.

Far below me I see a green spot, gleaming like a jade oval…or no, it is not an oval, it is more irregular, more like the feathery tops of ferns, moss and other plants.  I fall through a green arch, and land very softly onto the mossy floor.  I am in a cave!

Fairy Cave under the Mirror Lake

A voice speaks to me, but not from outside of me.  It bubbles up from inside, deep inside from the places that I hide beneath my own Mirror Lakes, the places that only I can see, the places where my dreams and memories live.  “My Child, you must sit.  You will not think of things to do.  You will not offer to help others.  You will not plan ahead.  You will only sit, and think, and dream.  Once you have done that long enough, you will produce a jewel of immeasurable value.  You will offer that jewel to the Mirror Lake, and it will return you to the surface.  Then, and only then, will you have mastered the maelstrohm that can so easily suck you into an Abyss.  Then, and only then, will you be free to live your life blessed with creativity.  Now, sit, and dream, my Child.”

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I sat there for a very long time, but it seemed such a short pleasure.  I went into the doors of my inner cave, and re-discovered old chests filled with golden moments.  I confronted some dark shadows, and lit little candles to take away the shadow.  I sat, and thought, and dreamt.  Finally, I returned from my inner journey, and found a glittering golden jewel at my feet.

 

Jewel created from my dreams and memories

I offered the jewel to the Mirror Lake, and was immediately back at the edge of the Lake where I started…

I wanted to linger longer, but the sun was rising and I had to hurry back to my cabin, to go and share my experience with Bug and Violetta-May (my lap dragon)…….or, just to go and dream a little more!