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27 January 2006 @ 09:44 pm
Meditations [Very Short Story]  
Author's Note: This one was written for Mhairi... well, it wasn't actually written for her... more promised to her. It was a moment of inspiration late one night and it kinda flowed... I'm not sure if I really like it or not...



Meditations
By Steve


At first, all I could see was the darkness. My thoughts drifted somewhere in that void between reality and fantasy. Events which played out hours before, possibilities of the next moments. They danced around in my mind, switching partners and forming their own beat.

Gradually they left, in pairs; like lovers leading their partners from the dance floor. And as the dancers went, so the beat became more regular: my heart; my breath.

And then I was alone, in emptiness.

Eventually I realised I was floating, though I could not remember if I ever stood at all. It mattered no more; I did not dwell on the thought, nor the sensation, and it too left me.

The darkness began to fade, if darkness can do such a thing, and I found myself in an empty place where nothing endured; not even the dark.

Yet there I was; and I alone.

I realised I had no idea how long I had been there, and at once felt myself pulled forward.

A whisper reached my ears, though I did not know what it said. I felt a breath flow over me, if that was possible, and it felt like the breath of a loved one. And then it was as if I moved through liquid; yet I was not swimming, and was comforted and relaxed.

I could taste the kiss, all at once, and as I did it was as if joy poured down my throat and filled my lungs. I could not breathe but it did not matter - I did not need to.

It was then I saw her, bathed in light; and she called to me. Yet as I went to her, so she seemed to slip away. My heart yearned for her, and as it did I felt my lungs suddenly thirst for air so strongly it was as if I had never taken breath before.

I fell, joy leaving, breath rushing past me and I heard it whisper in my ear...

"Love..."

Then I was in darkness once more.


The monks eyes shot open, his breathing hard. A bead of sweat ran down his nose and tasted salty on his lips.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Calmly, he gathered his robes and stood, then smoothed them, turned, and left.

As the wind made the chimes sing, so too it whispered to the empty room.

"Love..."