A
tall man with protruding dark eyes glistening, wet and white around each
piercing pupil, staring, collects our attention into his embracing eyes. They
are clearer than the brightest white of teeth or horns or roots or milk, common
for all of us to know well. We think separately to ourselves but yet, something
more than color do we silently, but collectively see. With cautious curiosity
on our part, he draws our attention with his eyes to this well-opening between
us and he. He has speechless gestures and an inviting friendly grin. He has
gold teeth in his mouth, for I am short enough in stature to see up and across when
he smiles. He wares many layers of clothes, though it would be regarded by us as
patchwork, worn in comfort. From his pocket thus appears a flat bright silver,
round like a coin, and with a kiss to his lips, his eyes then so firmly staring
at it, and a quick of his thumb to a flip, the coin to his face then following
it up, high as the piece is airborne above, then with flickers, tumbling into
the light of... then the shadow of... and finally the dark of... and then the
shaft of... that open mouth of a well, placed between he and us, while we are now
in the middle of our stand-around, staring at it. And with each falling turn,
the piece reflects a bright flash, as light upon our faces and beyond, against
the background of a deep-well dark sky. And with each turn descending, a
brighter white abounds it seems, up upon our reflecting faces. We become
further lost in our collective gaze. Our vision draws us down, deeply following,
down further into the well. Our sight, singularly focused on that piece, an all
but overwhelming flashing white, turned into an on and off bright light, and
blaring brightly, up into our sight and face reflected. Each turn's decent,
further compelling, until we are focusless into a trance. Lost in pulsing
shades of white upon the black beyond, and so beyond the beyond into bottomlessness.
Eventually, we're all there, standing, ascendedly tall, high above the
campground itself drawn closer to and now deep within the depth of that well.
We somehow see ourselves as in bodies of us standing in a surround of the well
below. We recognize ourselves, from outside of this intimate circumstance, and
begin to nervously laugh then collectively laugh together, loud enough to
awaken to this communal shared sound, still, standing and staring down from above
the open skyward mouth of that well. Here, we are, as almost just before, but
with a sense that now seems so faint and fleeting. Quick, we are to remember as
if remembering, and catch it soon, and name this faintness, and chase the
fleeting coin’s reflection even further downward. We feel each other as
ourselves, reflected in this happenstance and are mutually confirmed in our
shared but somehow vacant warmth. We see through this mask of circumstance and
laugh into the life of it more so. And, as if to turn and say... did you notice
what just happened? But no. Speech is not from this world and it would take us
all away from this now to a different place and purpose of intention. Really,
the look we all shared is all there is of it to say and this moment to each of
us, as part life of our lives, has clearly taken us all, sacredly connected and
very, very far and blessedly away . . .
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