5.09.2009

"Angel" Means "Slave" in Heaven /PART I

There are many cracks in the border between Heaven and the lower levels of the World. Some are impressive, massive gates bordered with pearly columns and rays of light. Others are ambiguous, a strange misty place in the world, like on a grey morning where you might wander through a time-slip on your way to buy milk. Others are temporary, ragged rips in the fabrics of the world, mostly occurring when someone miscalculates an infinity jump. Cats know all the kinds of gates, for they pass through with impunity. This particular cat had done so often as well, in his youth, before he tired of adventuring and decided to settle in Heaven permanently.

And then there are dank, dark things that are literally cracks, which no self-respecting cat would use if they could help it. Normally you expect sewage or something rat-like to seep through. The cat had not expected the angel to be in such a hole, and reeking of the red-dust to boot.

"Eat this before you disappear," said the cat, handing the angel a dumpling filled with ambrosia. The angel took it somehow, though it was nothing more than a stain upon a shadow, at that point, with no discernible limbs.

"Now hurry," said the cat. "Come out of there before you solidify and become too big."

The angel scrambled out somehow, lay heaving on the damp street, forming a shape, turning from a shadow color to something with luminous pale skin, and shadowy hair. It resembled a species the cat was familiar with from its youth in the lower world--a Human. A girl to be specific (for the angel was unclothed). As the body solidified, red, angry scars appeared, running along the limbs, the chest--everywhere but the angel's face, which featured eyes that spoke of the sorrows of dust, and played a story of deep pain.

"Put this on," said the cat, tossing it the blue robe. "I'll take you to your master."

"Thank you," said the angel. It stood, donned the robe, followed obediently. It did not ask the cat's name, which meant that even though the angel reeked of the living world, it was at least familiar with the etiquette of Heaven.

...to be continued




5.03.2009

"Samsara Love Story"

"Enduring as Heaven and Earth...no love however ancient can die;
Timeless as light and shadow--no debt of breeze and moonlight can ever be repaid."

--Tsao Hseuh-chin, Dream of the Red Chamber


We are all bound to the wheel, our tears, our blood as red and transient as dust. Everything that is shall pass, and pass through and under and come back up the middle to occur again. Everything that is shall pass, and we too shall pass and die, then occur again, for we are bound relentlessly to the wheel.

If I meet you, and spend with you all of my days, inevitably my days will end. I will die, and the memories we have together shall fall away, slip like silk through my fingers and I will, bound by the wheel, be born again and should we meet again, I would not know you.

Yet...yet...Love, perhaps, can triumph over Fate. Love is the power to change Fate, to transcend the wheel. Love is what gives meaning to Dust. Love is what makes the transient beautiful and, seen in the light of Love, even the sorrow of parting is poignant.

I remember you, even if I cannot recall your face. But I know I loved you when. I know there is something missing from my heart; I know what Love should be even though I have not encountered it yet. Surely, in some past existence, your heart and mine touched in such a way that we warped Fate. I will spend my existence searching for you, even if it sears in my heart such regret that I will never attain enlightenment, and never free myself from the wheel. Surely, even when I am reborn again, I will continue to search for you. My heart will call to yours, and my desire will rend the Heavens, and offend the Gods, and yet I will not falter.

I will close the distance, though it may take ages, between your heart and mine.