Perspective Stand*

There are those that pass, unseeing. They walk blindly, seeing only what they hope to gain. And for them, emptiness like a dog on leash will seldom stray. Though still many pass and see the pool. The pool’s edges are sparsely lined with damp moss-covered rocks, that share the bank with fern and a profusion of vine hosting trees. Small native birds sing within their rough embrace dig for grubs among their roots, which are partly hidden by fern and decomposing leaves. An idle gossiper, the noisy kaka, looks on watchfully. While the fantail flutters aimlessly among the trees. But the pigeon, so noble and colourfully plumaged; does not see. The brightly coloured berries are all the fruits; he seeks or needs. Far above the bellbird sings, sweet songster your notes are like the mellow chimes of tiny bells. A tui, the parson-bird, takes up the call and sings a solo, complemented by the whispering wind that stirs the leaves. A stunning sight to gaze upon. Many who chance to pass are forced to stop and catch their breath. Yet though some see far more than this most see much less. Others gaze across the surface of the pool and see wind blown ripples upon the web-spun water, and watch with wonder, intricate patterns with sheer delight. While a few see reflected rays upon a black glassy void. A dazzling web of golden light, radiating out from a single point light sparkles and gleams within a thousand strands, yet glows as one star tipped and cobweb spun. A brilliant shinning phosphorescent light engulfing all, though there is no heat nor pain of burning. Bodily aflame, soul still encased, fire it is elemental key, to another dimension’s door. Infinity pauses, momentarily, passes but for the briefest moment a mere man knew to forget, perhaps to learn anew. Though clinging still, to the realization, that he momentarily knew. Still others see within the pool, deep within its murky depths. Some say they have seen fabled bottom, yet others state the pool is bottomless. Who knows? A woven cloak of emerald green obscures all behind its veil. The visible spectrum distorted, is unreal within its depths. What lies beneath trapped within physical density dark, obscure, coldly chilling? Water confined and massed weight of pressure bearing down beyond space or time. Compressing congealed frozen poison sepsis, fear inspiring, yet if fear is born it’s within mortal mind. Oppression a constant interplay of power. Power demanding creating it grows and spreads, growing upon senses already outweighted and raw, civilizations pressures, knocking on maenad mind’s inward door. And how many are slowly sinking within engulfing density, forgetting who or what they are as they submerge destroyed. A crawling struggling mass, dragging others down, into soul-leaching sedimentary layer, of inflammable oily peat. But where is celestial soul of man is it a spark a narrow beam? Transcended to purging reaches of chaos it reaches putrid limit. A ray of light from within soul’s heart aspiring must be free. Immortal spirit enslaved, crushed, endures destined to ascend to ultimately rise, once and for all. A path not a means a part of us, evolving through progressing its purpose, to return whence it came. A whirling ring of fire tumbling spinning gathering velocity as it grows. Gaining celestial height till finally it touches transfigured stars. People view life from perspective stand but where is acute angle from which sightless see? Culturally induced to a degree, yet humility and love hold haloed key. Ignorance and lust are crippling chains that need not be. Slowly through pain, as if a torch satanic links are cut an individual rises free.