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She is dragged from her car and revitalized.
She takes her place on the assembly line.
It’s OK.
She will sleep on the drive home.
Tag: white
Emmanuel’s Dreamers
There’s this one world where the people are tall and lanky with almond-shaped heads. Their bodies are transparent and color the landscape in casts of green and blue. Their heads are filled with water that sloshes around when they move.
And they love to move. Those lanky limbs are a joy to twirl about, and the way the sun, oh! the way the sun fills you and heats you from the inside, as it flashes in curving strands and arcs through you! And your shadow paints the ground in splashes as you dance!
You can always tell your dancers, they are the ones with opaque heads—usually muddy brown or foamy white. All that jostling stairs up sediments that usually filters out when you sleep. Dances though don’t sleep. Dancers honor both the sun and the moon.
Emmanuel’s lotus bloomed in his 63rd year. As a child Emmanuel discovered he could make his dreams linger by keeping still. He would practice each morning. On waking he would fight the urge to leap up. He’d keep his head still on his pillow and pretend he was still asleep. In these extended dreams he saw other suns and other moons.
As Emmanuel grew out of childhood and his responsibilities increased he gradually forgot about stillness and other worlds.
As Emmanuel grew slow with age he started remembering his lingering dreams. He discovered that he could focus on a single grain, he could follow it with his mind’s eye as it drifted and darted eventually settling on the bottom.
For the first six years of Emmanuel’s waking dreams a lotus geminated and grew from under the mud. On the seventh year it bloomed. For that last year Emmanuel walked the plains and people would come from far and wide to see the man with the lotus in his head.
On the last night of the last year a bodhisattva stepped from the lotus and in a blast of other suns and other moons Emmanuel vanished.
She’s on your side
Writing is kinda like this: lions and wild elephants chasing you through burning forests while bandits and thieves trip you up and tie you down and you’re saved by a mysterious flood that later leads to you drowning in evil spirits. In a spot like that you need you some Green Tara. You know who I’m talking about! The natural guardian and protector of all that which plague a writer.
Now then, you gonna need some White Tara too. It’s still the same Tara, but with your White Tara you get even more compassion with extra healing thrown in too. When the writing go wrong and you need some relief it’s the White Tara that’ll guide you along back to health and vigor!
Take both the Green and the White and let’s throw in some trickery because woman has a sense of humor love her for it! This is the ally that guided you so gently into looking away, and in that looking away is the poem. But, that times a thousand. That times a thousand more.
A Practitioner’s Guide
It’s the pastels that draw you into the cover,
and then a brown on brown on brown tree becomes beside a woman in green and white robes.
She whispers to the horizon and when you look up five-pointed stars and outlines of stars spin and dance higher and higher
she reaches back and plucks an orb from the tree.