‘My friend it is good that you have made your return; I see sadness with what you learn; yet destiny is such, that the universe is forever learning; many trees once were burning, but, through their suffering the land could experience a cleansing; do nothing …’
He rejoices at the sound of his friend, The Kind Man … the traveller of the Shining Sun. He needs not to see his face, yet sadly he yearns still physical presence, As Talks-With-Shadows, he’s learnt through the many years; to accept only a voice For there have been many, many talking voices in his mind ….
He washes quickly in the cooling waters of the lake; he rekindles the embers of the fire. And sits in contemplation, listening to the supernatural silence of the valley. A silence disturbed suddenly by the cry of a wolf; then the screech of a Raven …Sensing movement, he watches through closed eyes the slow slither of a rattlesnake.
The touch of a sudden wind on his face, invisible fingers run through his hair, He wills himself into silence once more …. and accepts the journey so freely given. Shedding his mortal body with ease … he finds himself once more with the ancients …Sitting cross-legged upon the flat plateau of a red desert mesa …
All around him red soil and other red rock mesas, and a night time coolness to the air. He looks at the smiling faces of the three ancients, and knows infinite joy again. Silently, he follows their gaze and sees a distant light in the sky. The place that would become home …. that became home … that foreign shore …
With tears forming in his eyes, he sends out the direct thought ‘this is home not there’ As one, the ancients reply ‘think of the burning of trees, and the cycles of rebirth, you are there to let here replenish and recover after a necessary burning, your time here will come again, for already we witness the nurturing of new shoots despite the great efforts of the rogue ones of the place you now call home.’ …. copyright Matthew James 2018
