Inspired by a Facebook comment. It's the Journey of Inner Awareness which can take you into some dark places, but ultimately leads to a more enjoyable state of being. Duration of journey varies, consult someone if it seems to be taking a VERY long time. The Kamele Ngoni's strings provide a lovely container for this rambling tale of losing your way in order to find it.
Tales of the Rainbow Gnome
Behold! Emerging from the Forest!
Why, it is a Rainbow Gnome!
With psychadelic pigtails and tie-dyed smock
in his leafy tree-green home.
He was full of tall tales of a temple made of crystal
with web-thin silver spires,
filled with lights of all colours,
the most marvellous songs and the very smell of the gods’ campfires.
The Temple is made of shadow and candle-light
and beautiful, fractal geometry.
The pillars are music, the walls are made by the plants,
and the windows are your personal astrology.
Seekers come and pray to the goddess here
“Oh, grant me magic and intuition,
for I am bone weary of straight sharp lines
and soul-less repetition.”
And the Goddess obliges! and ensnares them in surreal sabotage
of quite ridiculous length.
Until finally they can yield
and step into the crucible that transforms weakness into strength.
And in the crucible’s alchemical flames,
can you hear the triumphant laugh?
That audacious call to walk naked
down your spiralling, inner path?
To stare into deep dark crazy eyes,
like reflections of forever,
while the black wind roars amidst the flames,
amidst the wasteland, amidst the terror.
And I got lost – I could not find myself.
I'd forgotten my heart’s intention.
I became a victim in a world without meaning, that scorned beauty and
that mocked redemption.
It felt like lifetimes I was trapped
in my miserable loops of thought,
until a kindly word, that was finally heard,
gave me what I sought.
I was free of fear,
and the world was shaped exactly as I pleased.
The wasteland became a garden.
The black wind? A gentle breeze.
I soared amongst the light of stars,
I danced with my ancestral selves.
Drank divine nectar with the gods on
Olympus, shared ambrosia with the elves.
I glimpsed elemental fractal leviathans
breeching the boundaries of sanity.
Saw the mandelbrot meanderings of the
field of energy that constitutes reality.
I met the Godhead, was nursed by Chiron,
I heard the wail of the banshee!
The temple was a glowing, singing river of love
that flowed within and without me.
And all the shapes, and all the sounds,
and all the actors below and above,
are all part of that which encompasses everything,
the infinite ocean of love.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Grinned the psychadelic Rainbow Gnome
as he vanished back into the trees,
“Surrendering to love let me enjoy being myself.
So come and join me; if you please!”
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