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Dreams take her deep into the sea.

Hava swims, the water sliding like a lover’s hand over her skin and she breathes it in painlessly as air. There’s no light except for one bright shape above her and she pushes toward it with a flicker of thought to her legs that are no longer just legs.

She breaks the surface of the ocean to stand naked on the moon’s reflection, a silver trail over a rippling field. She follows the lunar path to shore, and lies down to rest.

Sand against her cheek and a bright yellow haze of daylight tells her its time to move. Standing now, the wind forms little whirls of gold that become dancing figures around her feet, calling her name, urging her forward. There is no other sound.

As she walks strangers approach and cover her nakedness; first with cloth, then with metal and gems. Hava doesn’t know what these things are called but feels their weight on her body, her wrists, ankles and brow and accepts them as gifts.

She arrives at a gathering of men in the shade of a temple and knows she is not in her own time. They speak a language Hava can almost remember but for now understanding eludes her. One of the men hisses something at her so that Hava recoils as she passes him and comes to stand before the King.

The man who is King turns to Hava radiating with so much love Hava is overcome with emotion and falls to her knees. She finds herself weeping and kissing his feet, wiping her tears away with her hair. There’s an aching familiarity about this scene, these men, this sandy place, this King, these feet, her kisses, her tears.

The King places his hand on Hava’s head and tells her, without words, to stand. His face glows and he smiles at her, pressing a hand against her heart. It contains a great Mystery, he tells Hava. It is entrusted to her alone. She must take it back with her and guard it well.

He leans in to her and kisses her mouth gently, then looks into her eyes. In their reflection he sees the depths of the cosmos, an endless darkness punched through with stars. Hava finds herself floating, swimming in those depths, stars passing her faster and faster until she is blanketed in white….

17 thoughts on “message

  1. How very lovely. My favorite part was this image:

    She breaks the surface of the ocean to stand naked on the moon’s reflection, a silver trail over a rippling field.

  2. How very lovely. My favorite part was this image:

    She breaks the surface of the ocean to stand naked on the moon’s reflection, a silver trail over a rippling field.

  3. Your imagery is so sweet and beautiful. What a lovely picture you have painted in words… I connect to all that walk the beach or swim in the dark sea..
    Well done…

    love-bd

  4. Your imagery is so sweet and beautiful. What a lovely picture you have painted in words… I connect to all that walk the beach or swim in the dark sea..
    Well done…

    love-bd

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