RINGS AROUND THE SUN... Akashic Recordsd

16 August 2017 12:00 AM

This Mandela I am contemplating unfolds like a flower, the nucleus being the base of the petals.  I was looking at those petals and for the first time I saw sunlight emanating from behind the petals.  This was new.  I liked it.  The rings around this sun became dancing, me doing a jig in the rectory, the dance floor, conference room which became the field which we ran up, towards the hilltop, a rim of light issuing from the horizon, are there trees up there, perhaps but the y are far off, My cat was just sitting behind my rosemary plant, contemplating the out of doors, the plant, and then turning his head back to look at me, he's a sly fellow, "I'm not looking at you, nope not me,"  The staircase to the second floor of the library was more like a ladder, rough wood, cut as if the tree was still there, inherent in those runs, I like that, I climb up the steps, go to the shelf, pull out the book, blow the dust off and open it, the pages are blank, I run my fingers across the pages, fingers dancing in the air, and the writing, red ink, appears in the white pages, my fingers are dancing, and they become people dancing, whirling dervishes in that field, that hill which leads UP to the horizon, but also to certain memories of mine, of dancing, enough of memories, I want to BE HERE NOW, the library belongs to all of us, close the covers with reverence, blow the dust off, go back to contemplating those petals and seeing the light which emanates from those petals, I really LIKE that I saw that light, this time...