Shaded Violet
Originally written: 5/95
Originally posted on "What I Mean Is..."
...second in a series.
...She wove in and out, around jutting rocks crowned with tufts of jasmine. Boughs of pine caressed her as she swept silently past; humming an unknown tune.
The mountaintop beckoned her...
Above, stood a grove of trees; protecting an infant treasure.
An unknown force compelled her...
She followed a trail of tulips, laden with the morning dew. It brought her to a crystal pool; nourished from an underground source. It hummed quietly with her mother's song.
She bent to drink of the pool, but it froze instantly as her fingertips brushed the surface. She paused, uncertain.
A bubbling brook flowed mockingly nearby. She stripped of her clothes and bathed in it's waters, golden with the dawning light.
Refreshed and pure, she bent yet again to drink of the pool. But it stiffened as before. She knelt and wept before it; her damp hair dangling before her flushed face.
The water rippled slightly as her tears mixed with the liquid crystal. Elated, Violet leaned forward to drink. Lips parted, she bent and kissed the surface crystal.
And it kissed her back.
She swelled with an almost numbing feeling of purity and truth as the water trickled down her throat and collected in the valley of her breasts. Natural and pure, she drank of the truth.
Reflected in the still-rippling surface of the pool stood the ring of trees; bark-armored guardians protecting the virgin treasure. Curiosity and eagerness consumed her as she stood to leave. But not before thanking the spring.
Naked, she fled up the tulip trail, hardly noticing it blend into daffodils, orchids, buttecups, and baby's breath.
The trail ended suddenly; blocked by a barrier of bark. Tree grew side by side, harboring a precious within. A wall of bark.
Deflated, she saw no way in. But she saw an axe; a butcher's tool misplaced eons previous. She hefted and swung; determined to gain entrance to the nature vault, but it caught in a bough of pine that was not there before.
Frightened and uncertain, she limply let go of the axe and sank to the ground. And she wept as before.
Scraping her hand, she clawed the soil in agony; relishing in the pain. For pain meant living and blood meant life. Bowing before the trees, she wept and clawed in reverence of life.
The trees allowed her passage.
On hands and knees she entered the ring and kissed the trees as passed.
Within was dark; dark with the spirit of a secret. The secret. She stood and peered into the gloom, straining for the light, any light. But she saw nothing. The gloom peered back; entering her eyes and clouding her thoughts with a secret.
The gloom peered back.
Frightened, she turned to run, but her path was blocked by the barrier of bark. Terrified of the darkness within, she screamed, yet no sound escaped. She was consumed with the darkness. Closing her eyes, she knelt. Closing her eyes, she wept. Closing her eyes, she saw.
She saw with the clarity of a noon-day sun. And she saw with the gloriousness of a rising dawn. And she saw with the beauty and darkness of a setting sun.
And she saw.
She saw the darkness embrace the light, and light embrace back. Then she saw no more, for darkness came. But she realized as with the day, there is also night. As with the sun comes also the rain. For with joy there is also sorrow. And along with laughter there is pain.
And she laughed.
She laughed with the darkness, and along with the pain. And she laughed with the secret. For now she knew. And she now saw.
In the midst of the gloom shone a faint light of understanding. She reached to feel the light, but instead felt the air. She caressed and fondled it as it flowed between her fingers. It wrapped itself 'round her legs and lifted her hair as well her spirit. Eyes open she saw the darkness, but felt the light.
And she tread on.
She leapt lightly over the bowed trees and followed the trail of the wind. For now she knew, now she understood. She followed the trail of understanding and wrapped herself in the gauze of the wind.
And she saw the dawn; the golden glorious dawn of the day. And of the truth.
And she followed its trail, and laughed with its secret...
Originally posted on "What I Mean Is..."
...second in a series.
...She wove in and out, around jutting rocks crowned with tufts of jasmine. Boughs of pine caressed her as she swept silently past; humming an unknown tune.
The mountaintop beckoned her...
Above, stood a grove of trees; protecting an infant treasure.
An unknown force compelled her...
She followed a trail of tulips, laden with the morning dew. It brought her to a crystal pool; nourished from an underground source. It hummed quietly with her mother's song.
She bent to drink of the pool, but it froze instantly as her fingertips brushed the surface. She paused, uncertain.
A bubbling brook flowed mockingly nearby. She stripped of her clothes and bathed in it's waters, golden with the dawning light.
Refreshed and pure, she bent yet again to drink of the pool. But it stiffened as before. She knelt and wept before it; her damp hair dangling before her flushed face.
The water rippled slightly as her tears mixed with the liquid crystal. Elated, Violet leaned forward to drink. Lips parted, she bent and kissed the surface crystal.
And it kissed her back.
She swelled with an almost numbing feeling of purity and truth as the water trickled down her throat and collected in the valley of her breasts. Natural and pure, she drank of the truth.
Reflected in the still-rippling surface of the pool stood the ring of trees; bark-armored guardians protecting the virgin treasure. Curiosity and eagerness consumed her as she stood to leave. But not before thanking the spring.
Naked, she fled up the tulip trail, hardly noticing it blend into daffodils, orchids, buttecups, and baby's breath.
The trail ended suddenly; blocked by a barrier of bark. Tree grew side by side, harboring a precious within. A wall of bark.
Deflated, she saw no way in. But she saw an axe; a butcher's tool misplaced eons previous. She hefted and swung; determined to gain entrance to the nature vault, but it caught in a bough of pine that was not there before.
Frightened and uncertain, she limply let go of the axe and sank to the ground. And she wept as before.
Scraping her hand, she clawed the soil in agony; relishing in the pain. For pain meant living and blood meant life. Bowing before the trees, she wept and clawed in reverence of life.
The trees allowed her passage.
On hands and knees she entered the ring and kissed the trees as passed.
Within was dark; dark with the spirit of a secret. The secret. She stood and peered into the gloom, straining for the light, any light. But she saw nothing. The gloom peered back; entering her eyes and clouding her thoughts with a secret.
The gloom peered back.
Frightened, she turned to run, but her path was blocked by the barrier of bark. Terrified of the darkness within, she screamed, yet no sound escaped. She was consumed with the darkness. Closing her eyes, she knelt. Closing her eyes, she wept. Closing her eyes, she saw.
She saw with the clarity of a noon-day sun. And she saw with the gloriousness of a rising dawn. And she saw with the beauty and darkness of a setting sun.
And she saw.
She saw the darkness embrace the light, and light embrace back. Then she saw no more, for darkness came. But she realized as with the day, there is also night. As with the sun comes also the rain. For with joy there is also sorrow. And along with laughter there is pain.
And she laughed.
She laughed with the darkness, and along with the pain. And she laughed with the secret. For now she knew. And she now saw.
In the midst of the gloom shone a faint light of understanding. She reached to feel the light, but instead felt the air. She caressed and fondled it as it flowed between her fingers. It wrapped itself 'round her legs and lifted her hair as well her spirit. Eyes open she saw the darkness, but felt the light.
And she tread on.
She leapt lightly over the bowed trees and followed the trail of the wind. For now she knew, now she understood. She followed the trail of understanding and wrapped herself in the gauze of the wind.
And she saw the dawn; the golden glorious dawn of the day. And of the truth.
And she followed its trail, and laughed with its secret...
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