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The Dance Of The Dead

It’s high noon again and the spirits are warming up, contrary to the more popular myth that they favour the dark of the night. Anyway, it’s always bright and “noony” here in spirit-land, without any sun. Of course not, since they don’t see as we mortals see. Of all possible meeting places (including the Alley of Corruption, the Fortress of Power, the Clubhouse of Sensuality and the Castle of Pride and the Shrine of Religion), they prefer The Hall of Open Hearts down in Hade’s Square of the Dead –even to The Majestic Place by Right Hand on High drive. (Any visitor to the spirit-world may get directions from The Book). Blood-printed invites had been sent to all correspondents –dignitaries from Hell, the spirit-princes over different world regions, and the glorious ones from Heaven Enchanted. And, uh, the demons couldn’t present their invitation cards seeing as they couldn’t resist licking up the blood. Nonetheless, they were allowed in being easy to recognize.
I was one of the few mortals given the privilege of viewing this occasion. I can’t say why I was chosen, but I couldn’t resist an opportunity as totally awesomely thrilling –if I may exclaim –as this.
To pass through the gates, one had to stoop to the lowest and drop whatever baggage one came in with; then the steps rose steeply beyond the humbling entrance, gallant epic steps flanked on either side by the holy angels and the Holy Witnesses –the spirits of the redeemed who had died on earth. The entrant would then move out into an open space, taking in the wonders of the venue. I daresay the astronomical size of the hall beat any I ever thought possible in existence.
On the far side of the auditorium were the seats for the hellish dignitaries. Lucifer himself proudly took the spotlight of the region, flanked by the demonic principalities and spirit-princes of world regions. They were arrayed in dark-misty suits and bloody-red royal robes. There was another entrance on their side. Thankfully I wasn’t led through that!
On an elevated platform overlooking the stage was the Creator-God. The being had no particular form. At least it was hard putting any form because I couldn’t see details beyond the surrounding awe. If it was possible to combine the purity and loveliness of the best fountain or a baby dove, with the liberating aura of the coolest cruising wind or the stallion breath, with the mysterious halo of the mistiest mist or the owl-gaze, with the awe of the greatest, steepest mountain or a living unicorn, with the fierceness of the raging volcano or the injured rattlesnake, with the warmth of a mid-winter summer-sun or the insides of a kangaroo’s pouch, with the most indescribably awesome sight you have ever witnessed, then that will be a start for YOU. As for me, it is already the most awesome (to grossly downplay it) sight I have ever witnessed –the presence of the wholeness of the Creator-God in the Open Heart.
And, oh, the stage was –a word I don’t use indiscriminately even for ladies –BEAU…TIFUL! There were no steps abutting on its boundaries. It seemed to be floating in the air, in the centre of the hall, surrounded by the Abyss of Sin. It seemed it could only be accessed by taking huge leaps of either foolishness or faith. I wouldn’t however want to wager on the former. The stage was whitewashed by Floodlights of the Word; and was so clean I could lick it.
Despite the huge audience this event pulled, there was such order and quietness in the hall. It became frighteningly or chokingly more tense as the procession to the stage began for the main event -THE DANCE OF THE DEAD.

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Song In The Darkness

This is my song in the darkness,
When the gloom chokes on my throat.
My dance in the water,
When my feet feels unsure.

Beginning as an uneasiness
Bubbling in my stomach;
Like the waves of a naughty sea
Rocking the boat playfully side to side;

The darkness crawled its way up my gut
Wanting total domination and expression.
Like the ocean feeling irritated
By my boat ON TOP of it.

En route its ascent it bypassed my heart.
Saving the best for last, maybe!
Like the ocean biding its time.
Conspiringly building up a hurricane!

A first creep out my throat,
And a dark foul mist seeped through.
Like that cursed wave
That cracked my boat.

But the external rules and constraints, and my shame
Wouldn’t allow it out wide.
Just as I could easily patch my leak
With some misconceptions and outward acts of good.

No way the darkness was giving up.
But it didn’t act as predicted.
Or, did the sea respect that sailor
Who patched a leak with clay?

Many mothers know how to get a baby’s mouth open –
Some pressure on the cheek near the jaw.
And many little children know how to wreck the hardest clay –
A little soaking in water with a little patience.

Darkness was better than that.
It grasped lower –my throat.
Knowing that with time, the clay would give way,
The sea just kept at it.

Going for my air, it knew that eventually
I’d open wide my mouth wide, or die.
After all, I couldn’t watch the inevitable happen;
I’d have to abandon a doomed boat.

So, would I allow my darkness out,
Or take it down with me to the grave?
Knowing that stepping out to see if I could stand
Would be better than sticking with a sinking boat.

This is my song in the darkness,
When the gloom chokes on my throat.
My dance in the water,
When my feet feels unsure.

See me give up the ghost,
As the darkness weakens its hold.
And I am staggering ON TOP of the sea,
Completely out of my safety boat.

I take my last breath,
As the darkness goes to sleep;
Leaving me at a loss for breath,
As the waters start flooding my lungs.

MY story ends here.
Not the expected happy ending.
The image of a drowning man,
Sinking faster than the speed of time.

Now, the birth of a new creature;
Living, darkness-free.
Who knew there was an island nearby,
And the drowning man would step on solid rock.

A new creature living for the light –
A light that engulfs and liberates.
So firm he could never go down again –
An island beyond dreams.

Now, there’s still a lot more darkness all around him.
That is another story!
For now, let him find security and certainty –
Much better than the illusion of safety on the boat.

P.S.: The darkness –the evil within.
The second half of each stanza dealt with the ocean part of the story. This has to do with the testing of those principles, mindsets and beliefs always believed to be true.