New Story ~ Part 11

May 15, 2013 at 11:26 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story continued…

Master Shimkee sat in an alcove just outside the rear entry to his abode. Having recalled the Tinder-tale as much as his aged mind could repeat to Evardyne and Sakira. He had sent them on their way for what rest they may find in the awaking world around them. He lingered. It was not the cascading and ever-flowing newness of hues and musical language that kept him here. Though he could have sat feasting both eye and ear for the remainder of the night watches. He, with no understanding to his person felt as though he were waiting…waiting for…something? Mayhap someone? So he sat letting the calypso of eye and ear “food” fall into and over him…waiting.

The moon shimmered and threw down her light with the songs of the stars to accompany her. Not one cloud to be seen in the vast Up-Everlasting. He tried to recall if he had ever seen such an absence of clouds through the halls of his memory. No – this too, was a first. Such an unveiled view of all that was beyond reach struck him anew with awe. He could not even remember if it had occurred to him to wonder at such a sight; so familiar had the obscuring canopy of clouds become to his understanding of all that encompassed everything UP!

A silence descended, each color laying down in stillness all around him. The very air waited, as Shimkee, in a prophesied hush. Shimkee’s countenance entered the invitation and antisipation pulled his watchful gaze to the fringes of the garden entry. He rose, and his feet obeyed an unheard summons, walking towards the garden. Rounding the corner towards the root-garden’s row a butterfly flew up and its wings brushed the air like kisses on his face. He gasped in wonder, and delight fed the winged beauty illiminating its colorful chaos of pattern left by its flight. He followed almost enspelled. The butterfly landed on what seemed a mound of dirt, folding its wings back on itself – appearing to vanish. He could not recall this mound before. Curiosity drove him towards it. As he reached out, thousands of butterflies flew up, up to the moon and her glory.

Shimkee laughed and with his whole being longed to join them. Was it moments or hours he stood watching the winged procession; he knew not, but movement drew his awareness back down to the “mound”. But it was not dirt that formed it…it was a boy-lad!! Sitting there watching Shimkee like a statue. The “statue” moved to his feet…the face smiled…a hand reached out towards him…the voice – child-like – yet hundreds of years bathed…spoke.

“Hello Master Shimkee. Such delight colors your face! Those creatures have a way of painting everything around them with it. Yes?” The boy-lad King said.

Master Shimkee stood, staring mouth open, full of multiple thoughts at once; unable to take their leave.

The boy-lad laughed and night became day all around them.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen a boy-lad such as myself, Master Shimkee? Are there only girl-lads about this place?” The boy-lad asked in a chuckle.

Shimkee smiled without permission from his brain.

“Father-All be held!! Its…its you…is it not?” Shimkee breathed rather than spoke the words.

Of course its me, who else could be me…but me?” The boy-lad said.

Shimkee shook his head indicating both his shock and lack of satisfaction to the tinder-lads answer. He checked his senses and evaluated the vision before him.

…a crown…a robe of light…and a very very ordinary looking boy-lad. But no ordinary boy-lad was this! No – this was the boy-lad King!! Here, in Shimkee’s garden, speaking his name in such familiarity it shook Shimkee to his bones.

“Ahh…you did not expect me.” Said the King-lad. “Why?”

The question dropped like a single drop of water in a vast sea. The ripples resulted in a stream of clarity in Shimkee’s heart.
I suppose I thought it a tale for good dreams too. The honest drip calmed in his mind.

“I’m a’feared there is no new color of reason to be found to answer. My minds a’fumbled!” Shimkee blurted.

They stood staring at the words Shimkee uttered; and then, both boy-lad and elder began to laugh with un-withheld joy.

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God willing Part 12, next week 🙂

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New Story ~ Part 10

May 8, 2013 at 1:31 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme, Thoughts to Ponder) (, , , , , )

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An enchanted life has many moments when the heart is overwhelmed with beauty and the imagination is electrified by some haunting quality in a world or by a Spirit or Voice speaking from deep within a thing, a place, or a person.
~ Thomas Moore

New Story continued…

As Shimkee, Evardyne and Sakira walked out of Umgrah’s; the King-lad rose and began walking the Northward Trek of West-Flo. With each step glittering rainbow-like prisms fell up then down in his wake. The earth heaved up as his feet were picked up with each step and fell in abandon of colorful motion as they met. All the while the Father-All placed each step in his mind. A thoughtless trek full of intention – building and building into a great hall of deeds yet unseen but known with a clarity the minds-eye can not focus on with mere intellect alone. Multitudes of lives were being shaped and crafted, pulled into the gravitational flow of the Father-All’s heart. A quiet that shook the very air around him was heard by the inner-ear of substance around him. A communication that needed no movement of voice, mind or body. The nouns and verbs of intention were a language born only unto the ears from whence the Father-All opened them.

First one, then two, then ten, then dozens of butterflies began to flutter and flow all around the boy-lad King. A winged processional; and happy play-like dance began. The King-lad naming each delicate prayer and they, following the lead of a yet unseen, but undoubtable answer. If Imageman’s eyes were to have seen them it may have put them in the vision of the earth-a-whirls that gusty winds often made in freshly plowed fields. Twisting and turning like a column draining out the sweat that was used to toil the land. The butterflies flew and flocked; floating down, up, out and over. The King-lad skipped, ran and walked; and a riotous rainbow of blue’s lit the way towards West-Flo.

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New Story ~ Part 9

April 23, 2013 at 11:55 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story Continued…

The faces of Master Stark, Shimkee and Evardyne loomed before Sakira’s face in a smokey presence of concern.

“Shak’y?” Evardyne reached for her hand

“What’s gone from ye laddie?” Shimkee inquired.

Sakira shook her head, blinking rapidly. Looking around the hall, colors swarmed and faded in and out in time with the beats of her heart.

“I am…okay. Do…do you see it?” Sakira asked, her gaze shifting from one face to the next.

“See what? The hall aflame in the newness of change? ACH! You don’t mean you’ve just only now put on eyes to see it!!” Master Stark crowed with incredulous tones.

“No! Patience no! They are fading…the brightness…the light seems to be draining away from it all! Don’t you see??!” Sakira began to feel the air thinning around her.

Shimkee cradled his arm around Sakira’s shoulders and pulled her to a nearby bench. Eva’s face scrunched in consternation. Master Stark’s head shifted round abouts looking for the cause of Sakira’s concern. Nothing seemed amiss – well nothing seemed to be more or less in a new way from only hours ago!

“Come, tindling…what’s caused your stir to mix here? Paint Shimkee a picture so I can see through your eyes, eh?” Shimkee’s voice pulled in the color of peace and threaded it through the air. Tender – so tender was his heart towards his niece. Always, she had been a buried treasure to him. Her gift was joy and something was set about to rob it from her. Sitting beside her, he poured as much love out through his eyes as he could muster.

Sakira looked into those undefinably blue eyes and instantly the colors and sounds renewed their glimmering pronouncements. Her countenance shifted towards the heart of her uncle and she found an anchor.

“Oh! My what must these changes be doing to me eyes!!? Mayhap its too much for me mind!? Uncle Shimkee, the colors seemed to fade and sound smother again as I was thinking while you and Master Stark were speaking. ACH, but what a dink I am! I am to offer Eva and I’s service to the mining up of the tinder-tale; that’s why I linger.” Sakira sent a look of indication towards Evardyne.

Master Stark sniffed and angled his bulbous nose to the side; as if some thought was adrift on the air and he might inhale its offer of wisdom. He must have caught some sense of it as he kneeled down in front of Sakira and asked most seriously.

“What – tinderling, were ye thinking just before the fading of your senses?” He took her chin in his hand and focused her face towards his.

Sakira stayed with him.
“Well…I was thinking of helping Uncle and the tinder-tale. The changes…oh yes! I was thinking of them…and the Dark-cloud…trying to recall if I saw where it went…and began to be a’feared of what all this means. Then…I looked up and saw the fading. Master Stark did you see it too?” The words rolled out in sharp and quick staccato until Sakira’s question hung on the last breath between them, in a hopeful plea of confirmation.

Master Stark searched Sakira’s face for an elongated moment. Trying to read more than her words. Shimkee interrupted the interchange of unspoken digging.

“Ahh…a’feared, eh? A’feared is the drain by which all life tends to abandon itself to a grey abyss, me thinks! Mayhap there’s more to dig here but let us move towards the tale, eh?” Shimkee bumped Master Stark with his knee and began to rise.

Master Stark stared at Shimkee and again seemed to catch a thought unspoken. Clearing his throat, he rose pulling Sakira with him.

“Yes, yes! The tale, much to dig upon there. No time to spend desire on the departed Clouds blown away by such a motley of joy raining down in rainbow’s, eh? Yes, Shimkee take these girl-lads and begin with them as you will tonight. Find Adaviah tomorrow and report to me at the top of the Circle Cycle. I must check on Mistress Mable for supplies now.” With a parting look full of exchange and focus to Shimkee, Master Stark moved off towards the kitchen.

“Ahh, well now… my helpful girl-lads, what can I put you to that may begin this search for more than my memory can account?” Shimkee put an arm around each of their shoulders and pulled them towards the door.

Evardyne exclaimed, “Mayhap you could repeat it to us aloud again Sir Shimkee? My memory is hard put to function with all the fluff and music taken up space there! We could write it down too – huh Shak’y?”

“Whatever Uncle finds needful.” Sakira smiled. “Though I admit Uncle I would like to just hear it again; its been many moons since I have re-ran it in my mind. I thought it just a story for tinders to sleep to – for good dreams.”

“Indeed it has seemed to suffer much with the passing of time. Good dreams are a pleasant thing but there’s truth to the tale that has come alive before our very eyes this day! And TRUTH, my dear ones, always needs more than repetition! It must have dreams – yes but follow it we must to its source! This is what its function is – yes? So, we repeat tonight – and dig on the morrow! Come let’s find a place worthy of such a telling!” Shimkee’s eyes began to kick off sparks of radiant blue as he spoke and his heart pulled the girls into it with invitation.

They left the hall with all its dazzling beauty and went out to find a place to listen to all the tinder-tale might teach. The moon had begun to open her arms to the stars and shone down a path for the seekers to find.

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Part 10, God willing, next week 🙂

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New Story ~ Part 8

April 18, 2013 at 12:18 am (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , , , , )

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New Story continued…

Meanwhile over the River Fraken-Flo and into the plains of Grace-Field; rainbows rode on a breeze. The tops of long grasses among the marshes bent and blew in the prismatic breath of it. Scores of unending plains now became a motley of colors. Motion set off the hueific turns of bush and stalk; rock and dirt; leaf and stem. Trees sparsely jutted about in tribes, giving shade to Grace-Field’s creatures. As far as the eye could see; to the Great-Waters, this land had held little invitation; but was not without its secret treasures. For here, the butterflies remained, though in scarce numbers. The breeze brought with it a renewal of their essence and cocoons began to cling to every stalk and stem. The din of chimes and clinking glass orchestrated Grace-Field’s symphony. Like a great psychedelic organism – Grace-Field answered the boy-lad King’s voice and sang his song – like a lost love returned.
For the butterfly was a prayers bird.
Spoken as a transformed living word. Reflecting the Father-all’s heart of Intention; as all things that begin at crawling and finally upon His breath take flight in beauty. Grace-Field became a flotsam of reflections of the pith of Life answering His will. The age of Intention had been cocooned here; long thought dead – but death in itself is Life…intended. Whispered in groans, upon the skeletal remains that harkens the Father-all to breathe the breath that calls forth Life back into old bones. Often called by the name of suffering – but answering at full attention to the name of Joy.

The ebb and flow of the King-lad’s melody rose up in harmony with fragile wings full of power. To the eye of an Imagemen the appearance though beautiful, could easily be written off as inconsequential. Yet, in the eye of an Imagemen the appearance of things often blinded. The intonations of the boy-lad’s song; sang a tune that required more than ears to hear or eyes to confirm with the sight born of a field of cocoon-born creatures. Once confined to crawling and slated to die; encased in a bosom of a death that vibrated in thrums of freedom called Life. Hence as they emerged they have no recollection of ever having crawled in the first place – they did not lament what was. They rose up and flew as if they never knew their once ground-bound limitations.

Aside from the beauty of color and resonance that rode on the winds and wings of proclamation; far more was awakening in all of Irlivadad from Frakenland to beyond the Great-Waters. The very orb of its existence spun in the Father-all’s hand; everything cast its gaze on the King-lad…watching…waiting.. in a flotsam of lambent winged glory.

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Part 9, next week 🙂

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New Story ~ Part 7

April 11, 2013 at 12:02 am (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , , )

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New Story continued…

The Hall had begun to be emptied and few lingered. That is to say, that it no longer burst at the seams with awe-struck Imager’s. Master Stark had led in song and ended only in unanswered questions. Narrowing down to one fine point.

What had happened??

At length someone had mentioned the tinder-tale of old, fallen so far from memory. Now only a small flash of light in the minds of the eldest of Frakenland. They agreed to try to find the tale in its entirety. Of those that filled the space between young and old – few had interest in a tale that seemed to grow as grey as the sky over the years. It held appeal if it could be proven and provide answers, but seemed more likely to serve only as a bedtime story renewed. It wasn’t until much time had passed between each question and search for answers that someone (no one knew who) made mention of the absence of the Dark Cloud. Silence rang off the walls, stares were shared.

Master Stark cleared his throat.
“Yes…yes. a good and fine point. The new colors serve to point out the absence of the obvious! Did anyone see where it went?”

Again the fulcrum of silence pivoted on stares that thickened the air like over-floured gravy. A sense of growing dismay began to replace the newness of its freedom from the prison of darkness.

Will it come back? Where did it go? Why?

Anxiety started to permeate the questions being murmured.

“Ahhh – well Imager’s!” called Master Stark “We must not let the new light dim with the oncoming night, eh? Good questions, worthy enough. Master Adaviah and Master Shimkee, dig up the fossils of the Tinder-tale, eh? Let us not underline our failure to note the exit of Dark Cloud. It is good that we gave all our attention to the music and colors fresh on our eyes and ears!! We will meet again  tomorrows eve after the last meal. Go home Image-mates! Go home and hug your colorful flock! Give thanks to Father-all for surely its His hand that has served us this day! Tinder-tale or no.”

Everyone began to flow out as they came in…the excitement renewing with each observance of vibrancy.

Sakira and Evardyne stood waiting for their families to disperse; and with it their wishes for what came next.
Sakira wanted nothing more than to track down her great Uncle Shimkee. He had been the one who had spoken the Tinder-tale to Eva and herself as tinders. Some new tickle at the back of her mind told her the answers lay at his feet. She stood up tippy-toe to try and spot his grey head – or was is white now?
He was speaking to Master Stark by the Halls entrance. So badly did she long to go to him!

“Mamanah, Popsee’s…could I offer my help to Uncle Shimkee? Mayhap he could use my hand to put down his memories?” Sakira asked.

Eva tugged her sleeve.
“And surely Eva would be of good use too?” She put in.

Sakira’s father, Evander, looked at Sakira with his now startling green eyes. Her mother, Sakirina turned her gaze towards Evander. The exchange translated some unspoken acknowledgement.

“I have no need to object, go see to your usefulness at Shimkee’s need, Sakira, but don’t neglect your evening chores. And bring back this Tinder-tale for us to hear.” He said.

Evardyne’s father and mother, Elrrick and Markee nodded accent and spoke quietly to Eva. Then walked out with Evander and Sakirina exchanging much between concern and delight.

“I must see if Mistress Mable will dismiss me before I can join you. Will you try to delay Uncle Shimkee while I do?” Eva’s eyes begged.

“Go quickly – I will do my best.” Sakira squeezed Eva’s hand and walked towards Shimkee.

As she approached the elders she leaned against the archway and bent her ears towards their conversation; awaiting notice of her approach. The concern that had filled the air at the mention of the Dark Cloud seemed to invade their speech in quiet tones. Sakira perceived their desire for privacy, as they looked at her, smiled and turned slightly away.

What had happened to the Dark Cloud??
Trying to scrape the landscape of her memory, she could only seem to recall the brilliance of color and sound. No image of the Dark Clouds disappearance had etched itself on the lens of her memory.
How could that be??
It was as if she had seen the birth without the pains.
Would it come back and steal away life again?
Sakira did not notice Master Stark and Shimkee turn towards her, nor Eva as she approached. Her face had clouded in frown and confusion had stolen some of the colors that had painted her cheeks. Life had changed irrevokably in West-Flo and she was not used to changes. With the Dark Cloud everything was always the same; predictable, heavy, and dull – but she knew it backwards and forwards. Colors and sounds rained in delight but it introduced a thing called – different, new – and she was more than a little a’feared of it.

The Tinder-tale must hold the strong medicine for her apprehension – it must!!

When, finally, Sakira looked up, the colors were fading…

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Part 8 next week 🙂

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