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| Cicada's Song by � biidsis She often wanders in the night, when hearth and home are still. When kith and kin are dreaming and content in her care. This night she wandered far to a place where the stars could no longer be seen, nor the wind heard. To the prairie where the tall grass grows. She was lost and peered about her in the darkness, seeing things she could not quite define in her own mind. Mysteries and darkness walk hand in hand. She came upon a swirling vortex, like a tunnel of sorts, but it moved in and out of her vision. Was it really there? She could barely see it and in her curiosity she got on her knees to investigate. She crawled in and began a new journey. She crawled on her hands and knees through one veil after another, all the while colors she could barely see swirled around her. She stopped often to gaze about her in wonder. It was a puzzle to her, something she would not have tried to do in days past, but something told her she had to do this. And so she continued, crawling forward, not knowing where she was being led or how far this journey would take her. After what seemed like days, but was really only minutes, she came to a mountain forest and found a path that led to a calm mountain pond. So she found a place to sit near the pond and began to listen and look around, she couldn�t seem to stop gazing at the reflections in the pond. Here were the stars that had disappeared and as she realized this, the songs of the cicada came to her and were joined by the songs of the other night creatures to make a beautiful harmony. The animals that lived in this forest came close to her and laid down to rest near her. This brought peace to her and as they all gazed into the pond they saw a star coming closer and closer, reflected and shimmering in this pool. She laughed because the star looked like a cartoon to her. She tried to look up to see if it was really there above her and wondered if what she saw was another illusion. But she couldn�t look away from the reflection and realized this is what a child might see and the songs where what a child would hear and remember for eternity. Her journey through the swirling vortex had brought her home to her own innocence. She drank in this beauty like one who thirsted for many years. When she had her fill she rose and looked for the vortex to begin her journey home but it was gone and in it�s place a beautiful wooded path with flowers and birds and the colors of the rising sun. The journey home would not be on her knees, even though she was humbled in her new found innocence and would have gladly crawled home again it was with great joy and gratitude that she walked this beautiful path to home. |