I’m always uncomfortable
when first meeting women of Aspect
Afraid of what they’ll see when they look deep into my soul
I am to understand that I am very spooky
Most women of Aspect become uncomfortable in my presence
Removing themselves from the room before they even get past my eyes
Some brave souls who ventured in
but chickened out before they got too deep
And who can blame them?
After all. . .
Somehow I know
without knowing how I know
that this one is strange, beautiful
and totally protected by her naivete
Perhaps the thing that has broken the others
is the lack of innocence they bring with them
I’ve been told my mind is a circus fun house of distorting mirrors
She stands as I enter the reading nook off the main concavity of the Library
Someone has talked with her so she doesn’t offer her hand
I step back a pace
straighten my posture
lift my gaze
We eye-lock and all the hair on my neck stands
This one is not running away
She is totally present but holding herself in reserve
This has not happened before
I hear my mouth say, “What is your name?”
Her faces becomes a Hindu Mandala
A kaleidoscope of Sacred Art
An undulating universe of Sacred Geometries in collision
I can see hundreds of fractal energy collectors reaching out into the nook
curling into the surrounding quantum flux
but all staying a respectful distance from me
This has never happened before
I feel without knowing that I am becoming
a rendering of a Native American Sand painting
Something along the lines of a vortex of fire
Two complex
ever convoluting works of art confront one another
A thing I once knew as my voice says
“Why have you come here?”
Across oceans of time and wind
something like her voice says
“What is the proper way to address you?”
I say
“Speak in any fashion that pleases you.
I am fascinated with your command of Aspect.
How have you come by this level of control?”
She giggles
And that strikes me as hilarious
I laugh for the first time in a century or more
I know that our mirth is fracturing parts of the nook where we stand
and those around us can’t react fast enough to protect themselves
I weave a shielding around us before any more damage occurs
I say
“Speak.”
She says
“I have traveled far to find you. . .”
And the entirety of her different forms and the places they’ve been
plays throughout her image.
For reasons I can’t fathom
I convolute my image to show some of the places I’ve been
Some of the things I’ve created
Some of the battles. . .
She is reeling
Falling
She is frightened
She will not allow me near her
I pull back to a respectful distance
We will crash if I fail to act
I change the space we occupy
We are floating above a world that reminds me of Jupiter
But we are very far from home
I remain quiescent while she recovers
To the best of my understanding
this has never ever happened before
Her human face congeals in the center of her form
I follow suit
She says
“What are you?”
I say
“I have no idea.
And before you ask,
I have no idea what you are either.”
She says
“I always knew I’d find you
but I never knew it would be like this.”
In silence we watch the complex cloud formations
roiling across the face of the planet below
She turns to regard the stars
She says
“May I touch you?”
I say
“You may try
I have no idea if it will work or not.”
A tentative tentacle originates where her hands should be
I watch in utter fascination as it moves toward me
carried like a whisp of smoke on the currents of the Universe
It brushes my cheek
Soft as a shadow
I slip into fast time out of reflex
I see juxtaposed harmonics building within my form
and in the nick of time I change my structure to dampen
the chords building through out me
I am certain that my form has become very complex
She says
“Oh my God
Are you OK?”
and I laugh for the second time
She says
“I can tell that they are very worried.
Perhaps we should go back.”
I say
“Or we could explore the Universe together.”
She laughs and takes us back to the nook
Things look a bit singed
but no real structural damage
No one is in attendance
We return to human form
and it feels strangely comforting
I reach to touch her cheek
and she blushes
I blurt out
“I have been so alone. . .”
She places her hand over my heart
and whispers
“You need never to be alone again”
chyfrin 