Thursday, July 31, 2008
Flight: Part One
When I dive from the cliff, nobody catches me . . .
I can barely conceal the smile on my face as I glide--
The joy of being able to launch myself at once into a separate sphere, gives me a supreme satisfaction, an indescribable feeling.
Levitation is a consummate thrill. Floating is even wilder and more insane to imagine. And flight is beyond comprehension.
While I’m flying over giant clusters of people just as if they were pixels on a vast screen, I realize that my secret ability to fly has come to me in the time of an emergency.
Flying is not a part of my daily routine, you see.
I realize that something was threatening me on the ground, and that’s why I suddenly took flight. An impression of the primal scene still haunts me, vague pictures floating restlessly in the back of my mind, distant as memories.
The crowds on the ground are trying to keep up with me. They’re running after me as if they too might bolt into the air. They don’t look like pixels anymore. More like gazelles, running in loose herds; the undulant rhythm of their hind-legs beats like a drum on the African plain.
The beasts of the savanna are chasing me with delight.
For the rest of the dream, I soar over the majestic sweeping continent. Thorny acacias and palm trees spread throughout the vast swathes of grassland and marshes. I look down at the elephants which appear pensive and sad. They are monuments of sadness. Grey lugubrious figures with heavy-thick skin, brooding eternally over the land.
Then: long-necked giraffes carrying messages to the tall trees, whispering all sorts of secrets to the leafy vegetation; they chew in serene self-possession. White rhinos are transfigured into kingly creatures who command respect from the tribes.
The striking zebras graze indolently on the pastures. From my birds-eye, their vivid stripes evoke a mesmerizing contrast to the dry, parched lands.
Flying seems to be the simplest thing in the world.
Posted by Lethe at 7:53 PM
Labels: book, flight, innocence, life, spirituality, writing