Safe keeping the Jewel

The post should be titled 'the return' because it follows from 'the leaving' but because there was no title of that name; there can therefore be no post known as 'the return. This could be filed under 'finale' because that is how it appears here. There are signs of a mask being put on by the performer here ... to hide in readiness for this return. Somewhere soon ... this destination will be the platform on which feet will pound that chosen boardwalk. But I cannot say that is recently soon ... or in the middle of the day or at the end of the week. Or if there will be sunshine or rain. But a return comes from on high ... putting life back into a quiescent situation ... the wine losing its fizz to be re-fermented; cheap Spanish from out of a good Chianti ...that I cannot say or maybe shouldnt say. But then something builds and something is moulded by cunning hands ... then the world yields to another act; another scene as there are tears .... huge tears of relief. I know what I say and I know what I hear ... because it has been that which has been remotely pursued for so long. The end and the return truly more important than the where. That which was hidden ... it was stated that it was not to be known where if those who decided chose not to reveal ... because a revelation of truth would bring an ancient established structure crashing to the floor. It is not a fragile state ... it is a power within itself. But the focus is not needed to be there. For the jewel was there for safe keeping ... and it was better the parents didn't know ... because in bearing that knowledge they could have been forced to reveal. Their not knowing was genuine ... it was safety's means of a precious jewel being returned further into a summer time .... the title thus for this ... perhaps a well hidden secret; or maybe secretly hidden ... well kept secret ....but if a secret is known by few and deduced by others ... this is not a secret anymore ... it is perhaps truly 'the occult' ... that which is hidden but is left that way for the better good ... so only the few, with the responsibility know the truth. Or else if it were known to the greater all; there would be reactions not designed for the maze of which it is. The entire thing ... whoever reaches the centre meets the minotaur and sees this for what it really is. It's not a walk along a tightrope after all; but a many facetted gem ... a hall of mirrors. Those who see through the smokescreens and forage a path through there must surely claim the greatest prize of all. But that will be kept a secret too ... all of it a secret to ensure the jewel is kept safe through it all. The guardians assigned when the star first reached the horizon in the sky ... and it was planned for it would be known that someone would step out of the mist; see the sword and use it as it was meant to be used. For only one can. Know now the lake waters hide again that prize. For the next time.