A RACE AROUND THE WORLD.
Lightyears away, past the bustling frenzy of the living we’ve created and far away from world of man, here, if seated in ease and if gazing with a soft but piercing eye, a scene will unfold. It uncovers, far beyond horizons, past a one blinding sun when it sets behind two snow covered mountains, truth.
What’s here will magically seam closer than first perceived. A blinding orb that rise, the same sun, white rays upon an eastern valley cliff side.
Mountains, in their many shades of rugged grays, towering and tall with their ridges glistening as the sun sheds its rays upon their face. Fearsome, yet habitual of sorts, by the sunlights touch and dashes of cold green. It’s out of this world, this scene. Universal, a sight like no other. You’ll be captured.
These lands are amor like? No, a more sporadic spread of shimmer. Stars? A universal mirage? Galaxies?
No.
Rock-side embedded crystals, blades of clear grayish-dirty gems reflect suns blinding power.
So no, not amor,
not stars,
but crystals,
crystal breadcrumbs.
Paste peace upon your face and birth sight at brains base and so shall you also se a thousand tiny waterways. A webbing, electric blue, dress the mountain. Springs of ice, cool the touch of light.
Follow the pass, that most ragged and ruff, follow the clear and dirt grey cryst. Follow the crumbs.
Lead up the most eastern side, high, where blades of gray lay dense. Seek a cave, a shrine. Let your eye source dense moist air, a breath of blue lit mist, the exhale of the mountain. Here you’ll find her. Down an alley, through a gate of sorts. Here’s her dwelling.
She’s threaded many days within this den, beneath a gemstone stary sky. Gentle steps on gravel ground, right left, right left, many strides to reach its depths. At last she’ve knelt, a humble bow, an act of fruitful prayer. Cold ice met her, rock-side veins birth upon her touch, a blue electric greeting. It knows her, this is what’s she’s after. On shore of bright blue river we’ve found her space to rest, on bank of crisp cold basin we’ve found her place to cleanse.
Now, in minds peace, she shreds her dress. A soft silk skin falls of her chest. Laying now, laying down on boulders big as giants. Her slender frame the the ground caress, imperturbable, enforced by fumes of quiet. It feels like home. She feels free. Naked.
She rises, sinks into it’s depths, soaks within it’s powers. White waters force each lingering thing away. Dark dense depth keep fiercesome foes at bay.
Until
‘roar’
a gruesome lonesome thunder. A ghastly base shakes miles and miles of mountains caves. Breaks,
no,
brawls at her peace.
—
Affront a sun kissed boy, stand guardian, so proud.
Protective in his nature, rooted in his feet. Grown now, by measure of a boys mind, to this royal task, protector of his mom.
It’s been time, eons, since this fell upon his mind.
It’s been time, eons, since this guard was less than kind.
—
On gravel ground, for miles and miles, a wary sight approach his find. On eastern side, so very high, next to dense shade sky. Step by step, right left, right left towards the misty mine. At last that brush of air, an exhale of the mountain. There’s her dwelling. Beloved wife.
Tasks of far and many, days of plea and prayer.
It’s been time, eons since he saw his lady last.
It’s been time, eons since he let his shadow cast…
…On path to this blueish gate of sort a man so short stand centere. Says kindly,
- You shall not enter.
Who? Who, who, who? Who dare thread path his wife has walked? A man so short. A boy? A toy? A fool so shore. Who?
- You shall not enter!
Who dare thread path his mom has walked? A man so tall. A king? A god? A fool so shore. Who?
- You shall not enter, says the boy calmly again.
- How dare you block my way? Say! A mighty man a god I am, enforcer without limits.
- You shall not enter! the voice endured in firmness.
And so it came to be that in the mist of blueish shimmer time claimed the only thing she so deeply ‘d come to cherish.
‘Roar’
a burning rage burst out this fire sage (a profoundly wise person; a person famed for wisdom. Someone venerated for the possession of wisdom, judgment, and experience),
an unknown fool a boy unschooled,
a well-known tool as sharp as gem,
a slash brought dark to all of them.
- You shall not…
A boy’s head bounced down the eastern valley mountain side, shimmered as it went - a golden orbs decent. Ta dun, ta dun, ta dun. Rock upon branch, into sky, bouncing, shattering crystals, now torn up, bouncing, upon rock, into stream, rolls onto muffled jungle path. Gone, gone, gone, down the valleys way. Far far far, it would forever stay.
And the mountain caved, crystals rumbled, misty air shattered, springs bust free, a single vein broke into three, branches bent as leaves swayed way to utter anger. Fury found its way and man broke clay. The boy shape swayed, headless limbs now block his way.
—
Shadows play on caved-in crystal walls as her steps rumble the dense ground, right left, right left, she’s been lured from her depths. Not fast enough she sees, not fast enough she kneels, in a dragged-out bow, in an act like water, slowly splashing into ground, gone, gone, gone. Blue electric veins withdraw upon her touch, her hands on headless boy, An unwelcome greeting Cold like ice meet her. Heart shatters, bones shatter, tears stream, this isn’t what’s she’s after. In the bright of this holy joint, in the light of this gate of sorts, in this joyful meet, man and wife, no, mom and son, in the bleed of his very bones, wife can’t believe this is because he’s home.
It’s been time, eons since she loved her husband last.
It’s been time, eons since she saw his shadow vast.
A
‘shrieks’
a ghastly tone shatters stary gemstone sky. Crush,
no,
curse his deed.
As minds break he shreds his strength. Looking down, her slender frame and boy shaped clay., imperturbable they seam. In piercing pain, his ice-cold dame. He ses it, she’s gone now, gone, gone gone, gone in sorrow.
At last she rise, the gaze is deep. Her corona spear his anger, pierce his power, a single ray now keep his anger well at bay.
I will draw breath out of this nation, I will hear no reason, I will crush it all unless my boy stands tall, she says.
We approach this lay, a scene so unfathomable. you’d think any man would make his way to bide her aid.
And yes, he’s summons, creation.
—
Torn at the sight of his feet, worn from the idea she speaks, that all thats been created would become deflated.
This can not become, says creation.
A head must lead way, northern faced, to the joint of this story, make a point of this story, to the final mending, of a boy necks brutal ending.
- Seek the first head facing north and bring it to me, he says.
And so it was to be that a trunk so long it could inhale the very years of our earth and deep enough to exhale infinity into its very head. That ears large enough to hear trough silence and accompany the songs of creation joined onto the severed neck pf a small boy shaped piece of turmeric clay.
Yes, so he came to be, he who’s birthed from the root of all medicine, he who proved immune to death itself.
A sun kissed boy whom gained a head gifted from the gods, Ganesh.
A boy who became in a breath of life and became agin in the in the brush with death.
He, who’s end and beginning tells us to die, die in order to remove the obstacle that is our very selves, in order to become in another, in order to become in the second breath of life.
—
On a blue sky day, in a valley (to which we already know the way),
a task arise that holds a price. A mighty bon, a golden one, a juicy fruit of knowledge. From life itself, this gift will tell who’s brighter than another. A task at hand, just one must stand, a winner none will challange.
One boy is tall,
to fight’s his call,
has peacock armed and ready.
Born from brawl,
put death on stall,
has mouse friend small but steady.
A father tall on godly call can’t pick a son to favour. He twists and turns but still can’t learn, a choice it’s now or never. But witty man has tricks at hand, and trick, trick trick he will. Cause life is hard, it deals it’s cards and boys must learn to play their turn.
A world-round race in this particular case.
To gain this bon, one boy, just one, must make his case to win the race.
As sun shines bye we se him fly, leave all his things on peacock wings.
As sun shades way Ganesh just stays, says the clue still sings, within him rings.
Three laps around the world, around my world, he thinks.
While deep in though the sun abide and stary skies shine up so high. He thinks and thinks wile mother wince.
- Why won’t you start? Please just depart.
But time goes by and before a why, his bother fast a shadow cast, when passing on his peacock.
Three laps around the world, around my world, he thinks again.
And time again his brother reign, the second lap he quickly wraps, around his world while mouse is curled, on ground below by brothers glow.
But suddenly his steps begin.
- Almost done, Ganesh says calmly.
In laps of three they watch and se their son walk on around them. On mouse so small he caught his call ‘destroyer of the grandness’.
Let life be plain and you will gain a knowledge bon so golden. Just think and stay, there ‘ll be a way, to win your race in the smartest ways.
