I used to write more...this was a result of that....then I dunk my head back into nitty gritty life, living being and doing life.. and now it is time to revisit, maybe I need some sleep...no time no time no time (says Rabbit) ah, but there is all the Time..listen to Toad and see yourself
...so here is what I wrote many moons ago, a first draft of a first chapter...and now I have more of the story to tell..yes, I am a writer too. I just keep things to myself too much..not for lack of my desire to share..I have an abundance of that ...hmm..maybe too much of that sometimes..or maybe not ! who knows..enough from me !
Stick around for Tiger meeting Great Heron after his (her?) travels through the Crystal Cave, awaking at the mercy (or grace?) of Toad. Find out with me (for real..I haven't gotten to the end yet, and much is still floating in my head, waiting to be dreamed...and I tend to do things a bit..backwards...if not, sideways) In the future I'd like to share the images I've created for this as the moment arises..
Hope you enjoy !
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Toad slept, had long been asleep and as such, he continued in his slumber.
The dark, dank place in which such a Celestial Toad chose to dream, supported much botanical life with its rich moistness...nutrients dripping, oozing, seeping out of the very pores of the limestone-preserving every bit of green. Where Toad went, there was life. . .but Toad, many ages old, sought, for at least an eon, to be Alone…..before emerging refresh, revived, resplendent.
His sleep was not entirely peaceful...a rhythmic thrumming, a beat….like the scacious slience that lives far past the atmosphere. The silence, which ever-so-often, like a drum of immeasurable size being struck, is broken, sending ripples across the universe. This is how Toad slept...in rhythmic silence.
His Space...though dark..glowed with color. Strange flora from here and there, sparkled with dew. Some familiar- dahlias, hibiscus, peonies-and others, just as wet, emitted the light of another kind of world. Ferns grew from every place. Tiny pebbles from long ago, tumbled by the pads of Toad’s toes, shone in murky waters.
Toad was quite large, larger than any normal toad. It seemed by mood his size might change, or at least be seen differently in some fashion. Even so, that only ever seemed to mean that he would be either big...or even bigger...never small by much...not by the standards of toads anyhow.
If you got a chance ever to peer into Toad’s eyes you would see galaxies living there..you would see jewels twinkling in the deep pearlescent abyss….and be lost in this gaze…..
….for now though, Toad’s slumber kept his lids lowered...his largeness somehow seemed less large...and the abundant flora & fauna grew around him---at once trying to match his size.
And he dreamed…..
There was a Crystal Cave…
The Crystal Cave reverberated with the buzzing of an uncountable number of insects. Their timpani concealed within each prehistoric thorax...singing nothing but of love. In this cave their song tinkled across every smooth and jagged edge. A flash of jeweled green, the most beautiful iridescent wings fluttering in symphony throughout the tunnels of this magical place.
Tiger (or was it still Toad? ..) hadn’t ever heard a song like this…….or seen insects which moved and lived together in such a way.
Up and down, their song seemed to follow the waves of the world- the ups and downs recorded...and then hidden, forgotten….perhaps to be remembered at a later Time.
He could feel (or was it she?) her heart beginning to beat in unison, like he was joining them in their timeless, musical duty…..soon they would recognize his presence; by the simple change in the melody...He would be Seen.
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to be continued..