Thursday, August 21, 2008
An Adaptation of a Friend's Dream
...His features were always shadowed, even in a lighted room. She would frighten him. She had a need for self-destruction that he didn't understand. She was often drunk in abandon--thirsty for that feeling of plummet. Like a thick cord winding, taut, down her wing, he had seen it glow as she fell. Tattooed on the twisted meridian of her arm's Qi flow a testament of promises. The chord would glow phosphlorescence under ultraviolet light, illuminating an immeasurable scripture of Self--a dense river of words flowing down with a restrained turbelence. Each infinitesimal glyph formed a tiny knot, a unique pattern of twisted current. The knots of the thin filaments of her qi were each wrapped in dense Gordian complexity yet exhibited such staggering symmetry that the text formed a rhythmic string of pearls, each a tiny gazing ball difficult to focus his eyes upon. The flow of patterns etched, spiraling down her arm, was written in a primordial language--a strand of ethereal peptines cataloging her every thought, a genetic strand of her existential predestination. At the shores of this luminous coil, her body would wash itself like a throng of bathers in the Ganges. In its raging white intensity, it wound into the center of her heart, her Mt. Kailasa, her soul's summit, the abode of Lord Shiva. The flow of Qi emanated from Her radiance, each thick coil of luminosity just a strand of Her voluminous hair. He himself had wished, in those brief glimpses, that he could bathe also at the shores of her Ganges--it's glowing waters first brisk and invigorating as it tumbled from the high altitudes of her heart, and then, as it wound into the balmy jungles of her body, a warm slow pulsation. He would dream that he was walking along that mountain river, giving thanks for the bounty of Her body through which it flowed. Wrapped in blue mist, walking north, closer to Her origin. So far north that the night could muster only a few hours of twilight before giving way again to the sun in its elevated equinox...
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