by kirio on Sun Oct 11, 2009 4:46 am
Angchti! tuoQ'elantima! LIFE!
Angchti! dawoShifakk'cwema! VOID!
Angchti! YllhawenMppaña! MANA!
Cha'awmfae qhokk'tehlo kael'shoñtya aetsotsa mbis'thc'ha! The beauty of the Fairy Path illuminates eternity!
A'lystempha! I am moved!
A'lystempha! I am moved!
A'lystempha! I am moved!
Over 2000 years past I followed a fairy into the Fae wood to hear her beautiful voice... forgetting love, forgetting family, forgetting clan, nation, and race. The beauty of the tiny voice astounded me. I had to know why... Why does the fairy sing?She sang to a rose and I asked, "Why?" and she said "It is beautiful!" She sang to a frog and I asked, "Why?" and she said, "He is beautiful!" She sang to a spider hunting amongst the mould and I asked, "Why?" and she said, "She is beautiful!" the spider was captured by a wasp and stung until she was quivering in paralysis and the fairy sang to them and I asked, "Why?" and she said, "They are beautiful!" With every answer I understood less and less.
Deep in the forest I sat down in despair, "Little one I do not understand your answers! Why do you sing?" and she said, "How could I not? All is beauty and my heart is filled. If I did not release my joy it would burst!" I was utterly confused. Each time I had thought I had found some pattern she would sing to something wholly strange, fox shit, a pebble, a butterfly's mouth, a rotten fish head, a piece of bark, a colorful mushroom... I followed and followed, it seemed no thing or event went uncelebrated. It seemed any thing or event could be passed by in favor of any other thing.
Eventually, I asked her to teach me her language so I could understand what she was singing. But I only became more lost. She praised health and corruption with equal and great zeal, animal and plant, stone and air and water and flame, even my confusion and and stubbornness where lauded and equal to my violet hair. A breeze was praised for juggling a leaf and praised for tumbling a young bird into a stream to be eaten by a fish.
I began to think she had bewitched my mind with her voice. It was so beautiful. The words so profound and yet so meaningless. Her answers so rich and yet so incomprehensible. She sang of the beauty of my madness and I felt mocked. She sang of the beauty of my anger and I cried in despair. Then she sang of her love of my desire to understand and its meaninglessness and I listened. When she finished, I said, "Teach me to sing." and she laughed and laughed until I thought time had stopped and the world ended. I felt as if my heart would burst and there was no understanding.
I sat with my face in my hands feeling utterly the fool. What was an elf doing chasing a fairy about alone in the fae forest? I looked down and there was not a rag of clothing on me, my skin was scratched, my feet callused, and my tangled mass of hair hanging to my knees. How long had I been chasing this little fairy asking her meaningless questions that had every answer and no answer? Why should an elf wish to sing fairy songs to rotten fish? But that was what I wanted and I no longer even understood myself.
As I was caught up in my misery and confusion, the fairy landed on my shoulder, burrowed into my tangled hair, and whispered into my ear, "Just sing with me." I got up wiped my eyes and followed. She sang and I imitated and she shook her head and laughed and sang the song of the mockingbird. I listened and sang it, too. And she laughed and we went along. She would sing and I would imitate and the moons rose and fell, rose and fell like fish jumping in a pond.
Slowly, I began to see a pattern in her words and started to try to guess what she would sing next, but it was never quite the same. When I tried to sing in unison with her I soon would fall behind and be only repeating her words and tones like an echo from a cliff wall. She laughed and sang of her echo and I was defeated in surprise not knowing why her words were suddenly a mystery to me.
I tried singing a previous song of squirrels when she sang to a nest of squirrels, but the tune became sour with mismatched tones and I was defeated. The words and the tune were nearly identical but different making the discord appalling and I cried out in shame. She sang a song of the beauty of my shame and I felt more lost than ever.
One day we went out into a wide clearing filled with flowers and buzzing bees and she sang a song of pollen. In a fit of pique I watched one large bumble bee and how she twitched her fuzzy little legs and sang a song of her dirty legs covered with yummy annoying sticky pollen, twitchy-twitchy-twitchy trying to disrupt the fairy with my silly song... and our voices locked together in a perfect harmony our words chased each other's themes around the glade like lovers. The sun went down and still we sang the moons and the stars passed and still we sang. The birds awoke and still we sang.
Three days we sang of the fae forest: its life, its death, its lands, its waters, its time, and its ending. And when the singing ended, I knew and cried out to the sky:
Angchti! tuoQ'elantima! LIFE!
Angchti! dawoShifakk'cwema! VOID!
Angchti! YllhawenMppaña! MANA!
Cha'awmfae qhokk'tehlo kael'shoñtya aetsotsa mbis'thc'ha! The beauty of the Fairy Path illuminates eternity!
A'lystempha! I am moved!
A'lystempha! I am moved!
A'lystempha! I am moved!
...and I looked at the fairy and she at me and we laughed.
Mana allows us to feel our connection to the world through the elements. Become one with that which thou wouldst change and the magic becomes effortless.Cloudless Mind