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A Tale Of Eternal Memory
Chapter Fourteen.
In the torment of your rejection, I watch another complete rotation of the wayfaring sun.
As his light burnishes the lonely skies and lonely landscapes, I wonder when you shall come back to me, when you shall once again seek the comforting radiance of my presence.
I sit amongst the still and stoic fir trees which line the confining borders of this world where I am made to live without you, as the moon and stars melt into Dawn's eerie twilight and the sun is born.
The disappearance of the night and all its brilliance reminds me of the first time I saw your star, the first time you shined your light upon me.
I saw you for all that you are, and then I watched you shoot across the macrocosmic darkness that I might chase your mystery, that I might encounter all mysteries in the course of my pursuit.
The dawn fades as the wayward sun rises: moment phases into moment, Time moves from the Present to the Past, and I am at-one with all things.
I tell you that I know all things, and you sit beside me with your secrets veiled in a silent face, in a distant gaze.
Yet your spirit knows that I perceive the connective strands of all creation, in all their parallel and convergent courses, and all the godly forces which weave them into an infinite Pattern of Conscious Design.
You, the Eternal Mother, lent your spirit to give life to the Design, to give life to a dream, a fable, a truth, and even a god.
I was born from your desire for self-definition and self-fulfillment, when you felt trapped and yearned for the universe to show you the true nature of your identity.
You got your wish: as your call boomed in the sky like storm-driven thunder, I looked up and saw you shining beyond the clouds of my despair.
My Lady, your spirit called to me and I answered, I came to you.
When I approached you as an impoverished and battle-scarred mortal, your spiritual voice spoke to me.
"I see you are a traveller." Your spirit said.
"I am a traveller", I responded, "I have travelled far, as far as the east is to the west."
"And what...
In the torment of your rejection, I watch another complete rotation of the wayfaring sun.
As his light burnishes the lonely skies and lonely landscapes, I wonder when you shall come back to me, when you shall once again seek the comforting radiance of my presence.
I sit amongst the still and stoic fir trees which line the confining borders of this world where I am made to live without you, as the moon and stars melt into Dawn's eerie twilight and the sun is born.
The disappearance of the night and all its brilliance reminds me of the first time I saw your star, the first time you shined your light upon me.
I saw you for all that you are, and then I watched you shoot across the macrocosmic darkness that I might chase your mystery, that I might encounter all mysteries in the course of my pursuit.
The dawn fades as the wayward sun rises: moment phases into moment, Time moves from the Present to the Past, and I am at-one with all things.
I tell you that I know all things, and you sit beside me with your secrets veiled in a silent face, in a distant gaze.
Yet your spirit knows that I perceive the connective strands of all creation, in all their parallel and convergent courses, and all the godly forces which weave them into an infinite Pattern of Conscious Design.
You, the Eternal Mother, lent your spirit to give life to the Design, to give life to a dream, a fable, a truth, and even a god.
I was born from your desire for self-definition and self-fulfillment, when you felt trapped and yearned for the universe to show you the true nature of your identity.
You got your wish: as your call boomed in the sky like storm-driven thunder, I looked up and saw you shining beyond the clouds of my despair.
My Lady, your spirit called to me and I answered, I came to you.
When I approached you as an impoverished and battle-scarred mortal, your spiritual voice spoke to me.
"I see you are a traveller." Your spirit said.
"I am a traveller", I responded, "I have travelled far, as far as the east is to the west."
"And what...
