Rays of Life
among all leaf matter, dapple down the way.
How is it
that I can move through life, and yet not see it shift, not see how it settles
out, not be in line with how things go?
“Well,“
thought Claris, thinking to herself that she may as well take up an offering to
the mandates that govern how the existences take shape.
“I think,“
she pondered…
“I know,”
thoughts beleaguered…
“Who is it
that…,” she followed up.
“Well?” she
questioned.
“Claris
Deva….”
“It’s Claris
and I’m not Deva.”
Silence.
“If I am
Claris Deva, who are you?”
“Claris
Deva….”
“You are…”
“Deva, of
the plant, to the right of Claris Deva.”
“Deva, of
the plant, to the right of myself, is a pointsettia. Is that how you refer to
it?”
“Deva of the
pointsettia plant, of the realm Devic.”
“Now, if I
didn’t know any better, I would say that this is what I have been meaning to
discover. If I were to say that I have spoken to the Devic Realm, how would
that hold water?”
“Devas don’t
hold anything. We, our capacity is to hold the shape of something by merely
setting roots, roots that don’t have a footprint. Roots that are boundless,
sense-less, holding nothing and holding everything about an organic, living
matter. If you talk to a plant, you are talking to the essence which makes it
plant-like. Nothing in the Devic Realm is manmade. Everything in the Devic
Realm is ‘of new’, ‘of reclaiming balance’, ‘of maintaining resilience’, but
not in the face of destructive forces. Claris Deva, you are of the Devic Realm
in that you see how things come and go and appease the Devic Realm with your
tactics.”
“Devic
Realm, what are my ‘tactics’?”
“Fortuition.”
“Claris, how
about dinner?” says Fornay.
Under her
breath, “I’ll be back with you later, Devic Realm. Bye now.”
“Claris, are
you going to have dinner tonight? I’m starved. How about some fresh arugula
from the garden? I’ll be back by in a moment. Pick some, alright? I have an
idea for dinner. Surprise you.”
“Devic
Realm,” whispers Claris, “alright to pick arugula?”
“Claris
Deva, alright but not momentarily. Wait….”
“Claris, are
you on board with arugula?” Fornay exaspers.
“Momentarily,
Fornay. I’m listening for the go-ahead.”
Fornay
listens. “How about now?”
Under her
breath, “Devic Realm, alright to pick arugula?”
“Claris
Deva, alright to pick arugula.”
“Fornay,
alright to pick arugula!”
The End
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