Rumor and Hearsay

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Homecoming: Reunion

He watched as the light of the daylight guardian sank behind the clouds, beneath the horizon, defeated. Having the first feeling of the fine earth underneath his feet for the first time, back at this personally sacred place, Maui looked over the darkening waters as the blue of the waves slowly adopted their nightly oil-like sheen. In the growing darkness of the scene, the only light left was the waning attempts of the defeated guardian, and the orange glow a few inches in front of his lips, wisps of sweet smoke diffusing into the air. The waters were now as black as the vacant expanses between the stars scattered among the tapestry of the night sky, the clouds seemed envious and tried to cover them, but the nighttime guardian shone through with a sliver, claiming her sky from the jealous clouds. Maui slowly approached the waters edge, then journeyed into it with a smile of relief; every step bringing him deeper into the healing dark waters of his home, the crashing waves seemingly moving to avoid him, as he dove into the abyss. 

Those few seconds he sat on the ocean floor, the sounds of the waves rolling over him with the energy of the earth, and all of the scars incurred over the years were washed away, given up to the waters that raised him. Upon his return to the surface, the waves greeted him gently as the whispers of winds kissed his his skin as he pulled his hair from his eyes, looking off to where the horizon once was, then up to the night guardian, who flirted with his eyes as her reflections playfully skipped upon the black water. Every step further out, the reflections bounced more playfully and outwardly, as if building a road to some beautiful end, though he knew they only led to a journey to a zenith one couldn't arrive to. Maui surrendered his body to the waves, floating on his back just past the break in his own perfect sanctuary, as he gazed into the stars he felt the waters pulling at his heart and mind, until, he surrendered them also, feeling his regrets, failed dreams, failed attempts, and questionable paths pulled from him as the once anchors to self actualization sank to the abyss. For the first time during his journey, he cracked a smile that was pure and untouchable.

The pull of a wave signaled the end of his reunion, as he turned over and swam towards the shore, the wave catching him strongly and powering him to the sands of the beach, as if a helping hand. As he strode out of the waves and water onto the darkened beach he stayed silent, eyes now adjusted, he gazed once again to the stars and the night guardian. Alone on that hallowed ground, there was no light, until he struck a match where the spirits could see the passion returned to his eyes, his smile sincere. And in the silence of that moment the spirits welcomed him back. "I've missed you too, It's good to be home...I think it's time." his only words of the night as he sat in the sand, the faint orange glow in front of his face the only light around.

He had been reunited with his true self.

Until we meet again,

~The Trickster, Maui

Sunday, June 5, 2011

and then...there was a crash

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the Ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skidded away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said,"The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and gray. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and line.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.