Today my friends I have placed a new lyrical composition. Feel free to wander around this digital world. It is a locale dedicated to all of you and to celebrate the joy of life while we stay on this living planet where everything, even the dewdrops of raindrops tremble like diadems of imperial amethysts… Lyrical fragment. “Is it true, grandma, that butterflies personify the soul of the humans?” “Yes, my grandson.” “Who came out with such an idea?” “Human consciousness came out with that idea.” “When did that happen? When did the humans figure it out?” The little boy’s questions lingered in the air as if they had escaped from a fragrant claypot The grandmother sighed, “It happened in the long ago, according to The Ancient Ones; the idea took place gradually in the hearts and in the mind of an ancient tribe.” The grandmother said no more and her answer sounded as if it were coming across the ages. The silence between the woman and the child held the breathing of water flowing in the deepest shadows of night. The boy made as if to speak and quickly his grandmother placed a finger on his lips. “Sssh.” she gestured. In the blink of an eye everything changed. He and his grandmother stood beneath the canopy of an immense oak. She was the shaman and a huntress and she swiftly took up her bow and placed an arrow in it. There was a cat, a big feline stepping in the air of the leaves and the little boy trembled. Far in the distance a whippoorwill sang through the mist.. The arrow from the bow flew into the darkness, and the cry of the big cat shattered the moment. The boy blinked back into the here and now. His grandmother was saying: “Before our ancestors discovered that the human soul palpitated within them like a butterfly, all was silence of water and wind. The human soul, like the butterfly, cut through forests of compact walls and one day gave us the open wings of its consciousness.” The grandmother paused and then added: “The soul has a voice sundering the quartz of our five senses to alert us of danger…” The boy’s big eyes opened with admiration and exclaimed, “Grandma, I saw the soul of the grandmother of the humans protecting all of her children from danger. I saw it in a flash.” Smiling, the grandmother took the oval face of her grandchild into the bowl of her hands and like a priestess asked: “Did that happen at the moment when the cry of a whippoorwill vanished through the mist of the long ago?” “Yes, yes,” said the boy and his affirmation spread over him and his grandmother like a mantle of hushed and healing sounds. She said: “Let’s get out of this ancient locale and slide into the digital world of the humans for I want to show you a butterfly that at the hour of the setting sun arrives to tell a sprig of wheat she found a lemon that has the flavor of a mango….” Copyright Official © ”My grandmother Carlota de los Arpegios.” de Li Yin San. Madison, Wisconsin USA
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 22:47:25 +0000
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