Turning around, she saw solid wall formed by the ivy she had
breached through, and as she tried to take a step toward her only exit, her
feet remained glued to the stone ground. She turned to the child who smiled and
gestured her toward the fountain. She took a step forward, her feet magically
unglued, and moved further into the depth of the mysterious park. Each step she
took felt like she was wading through soft ground covered in cloudy water, as
if the ground could turn to quicksand and swallow her up. A scream rose
silently through her throat as she felt slime snake around her toes, its weedy
claws caressing her feet. She treaded through the murky softness guided by the
light of her umbrella and paws of the little child who held her fingers. Just
before reaching their destination, her feet landed on her fear, a puddle of
quicksand which quickly swallowed her.
Rosa lay flat on her back, her nightmare running as a vivid
motion picture, frame by frame behind closed eyelids. She hugged her body and
slowly opened her eyes to find them staring into blinding sunlight. A warm hand
touched her forehead and she turned her gaze towards the angelic face beside
her. She blinked once and then again, to adjust the haze that had covered her
eyes, and tried to bring the face to focus. Her nightmare or was it a pathway
to this bizarre dream and she was still living it to visit this heavenly being.
She let the gentle hands guide her up and walk to a bench under a weeping
willow. Rosa touched the woman’s silky, white hair, caressed her soft, coffee
skin and continued to stare shamelessly, unsure of everything.
To Be Continued...
Kissed by the flowing, leafy hair of the willow, Rosa listened
to the soft lull of the woman’s voice as she revealed the nature of things. Trickles
from the fountain reached her ears, the exact one she had seen with the child
or was it the puppy? Just as a whisper
of wind embraced her cheeks, bringing with it fragrances unknown, Rosa
recognized that this was not heaven nor earth, not planet nor star, not dream
nor reality. A form sat next to her in the image of a woman, but she felt merged
into the illusion. The woman was there, with her angelic face, love in her
smile, warmth in her embrace, a woman with no story or label, nor perceived
connection. Rosa accepted with an open heart in this formless association.
Nature of things as in that moment were just as is, with nothing but
overwhelming love.