Walking with Master

I took a long walk today and just tried to clear my head and heart of all the confusion and passion Master has stirred in me.   Everywhere I looked though I saw Master.

Walking along the path, I felt as though he walked before me, ensuring my path was safe.   I thought it odd that a slave should follow her Master.   Stranger still that he would entrust her with the very gear he readied for battles.   Would it not be better to go before that she would fall to any traps or dangers set along the way?   As I strayed from the path, I wondered if perhaps there were some chivalrous qualities in Gorean men after all.

I stopped by a pond which shimmered in the morning sun.   I considered the poem I had started.   Where did I really want to take it?   What was I really trying say within the tight confines of poetic meter?   Would it not be better to write free form and not be censored by the very device which gives me expression?   As I skipped a stone across the pond, I wondered if perhaps my dreams were too lofty to be confined within the rigors of prose.

I lifted my face to the sun and basked in its warmth, as I leaned against a fence taking a rest.   The soft tremor of earth beneath my feet as a herd of horses ran past, gently shook me from the lull.   Was it these subtle murmurs which awakened the spirit and stirred the soul?   How resonant the caress of wind which brushed my hair against my neck.   As the horses galloped from sight, I wondered if perhaps alert and unfettered, the horse strains to hear the voice of the horse whisperer.

I waded through a stream which parallels my own back gate, the icy water soothing tired feet.   The sweet rustle of slave bells upon my ankle as I quickly skipped through, reminded me that duties await me.   Did the flutter of doves wings as they raced past my face permeate my own cage.   Did they really fly free disappearing into the sky while I was prisoner on the ground?   Quickly their calls faded as I closed my eyes to remember forever the split second they were within my reach.   As I ran home, I wondered if perhaps Master had unlocked my cage and gifted me with flight.

inspired by Shawn

�2000, ariella{Ld}