The one traveling light

The feeling of falling at every step, the speed, the air on the face. He ran down the mountainside, from tree to tree - catch, push away, catch, push away, until he crashed into the level land, fell to the grass panting. There, on the ground, kneeling he looked up into the sky, eyes locked in the blue. He let himself fall to his back there, and watched. Clouds traveling, bound by the high winds. Beautiful. So empty. Time passed, how much? The light had dimmed and his stomach began to growl, reminding him the lack of food. He hadn't taken many provisions, nature provides, he had thought. Always has. He got up to his knees and had a look around. Some roots, bulbs, yes, those dark greenish big pointy leaves over there by the big rock, definitely juicy sweet bulbs. The namegivers had been true and humble - honeyroot they had called it. And then he remembered.. out of water. These lands are dry, no lakes nor rivers. Just grass. His flask had been empty since morning. "Better find a village" and after a short thought, "before it gets too dark". People around here are a bit suspicious about the dark and those who roam in the dark. Any mark, any ... oh, there! A border-marking on the rock, near the honeyroot. Village boundary, thus a village should be near. And so there is, smoke and where is smoke, there is a hearth. He got up, dug up the honeyroot, rubbed it clean with his hand and grass and ate it fast, big bites, then wiped his mouth dry with his sleeve. Finished, time to move on.

Free will

It haunted her. Being a part of the whole, listening to that, being washed over by the resolve of one. Free will can not be denied, even on that level. How this one soul had the ability to question and to negotiate the being on that level... How can that be? Yes, you have caught my attention.

A voice

A voice facing eternity, Eternity:

I will not move

- ALL MOVES, ALL FLOWS

I will not. Never

- ONE CAN NOT DENY THE ALL

I am not going anywhere

- A RIVER CAN NOT FLOW

I am staying right HERE.

The residents

Not many residents of the city walked in the wild grass or beneath the unkempt trees, nor saw lakes and rivers - they rather knew, that there were such things somewhere and kept walking the paved paths, sometimes crossing bridges, rivulets and streams, rarely noticing them. Maybe this was the price, they were not there to gaze at the beauty surrounding them - they were there so beauty could be.

Arcs in the green

The light resided, it became walls and floors, glistening ceilings of a white city under a blue sky, a sunless sky. There the light came to reside in walls, floors, ceilings and the ones, who dwelled there. The nights were dark, darkest shade of blue, no moon, no stars. Towers and arcs, arcadiums and atriums, long narrow paths unraveling across green fields, sides striped with cypress trees, dark and straight, wise and old. Till came the walls and beyond them the wilderness.

Out of the light

She could not breathe. She could not open her eyes. The only thing there was was the pain. Hands pressed on her heart, fear, feeling of being ripped apart. Clutching. Or I´ll break, i´ll break. A whisper. Warm breath tingling her ear and then vanished. Silence. She breathed, breathed the first breath. A wave of light pulsated from her tho the furthest corner. her heart calmed, the tension in her body let go. Rise, she thought and so she rose from her knees to stand tall for as long she could and opening her eyes, walked. Walked out of the still vibrant light, and with her the rest of her kin, the angels and the first one who came from the light, she, was the queen of angels, Aokuma.

Day. The White

Where can you tell the end where the waves are white, the shores are white as too are the skies above them, where do you tell it to be, the end, the beginning? The White seas. The White Shores, where´re The Towers to keep guard of all, that may have a beginning and an end. Eight of them, these white places. Places of peace, calm. Borderlines. Faces. All of them have a face, the face of the bearer of the soul of the sea, shore, sky. Eyes tainted with eternity. Pale blue, one of them was a young woman with pale blue eyes, which seemed sad, always. She was the one, who could not bear any of it any more. Out of the tower she walked, to the end of the last bridge and into the waves she went, thus becoming the one to bear it all. Were there ever such seas? Shards of a mirror long broken and lost.

Seven skies of coal...