The Rock Table

With Elijah Ahmen Adovoda and Time

Got you.

The winding path reach the flighted wonder at the entrance of the foundation, a wave of earth lifting from the very core of it. At the top four imprint from a pillar three firmly grounded, one beginning to wander toward the table edge. A dance of tone of wind and water protect and connect the pillar with the realm beyond, each one to another world, another pillar of the intimate and ancient. Three arrive nearly together, one on each circle with color and marking like a familiar melody. They look for their fourth, their brother, noticing their circle tilted over the edge of the table near a cliff.

At that very moment, a climber tied a rope to protect a friend from falling while climbing in an urban recreational climbing center, before they began the practice of their regular recreational rivality. At that very moment, a climber and their friend begin to journey down a mountain cliff after reaching the top during a joined climbing adventure, a trip they had planned for nearly a year.

At the table edge, a calm quite along with mild boredom grew with the mildly expiring patience of the three timely intimate and ancient. They know too well the balance of energy required to journey from realm to realm, and none of them had yet to venture more than conceptually beyond their circle decorated and adorned with their familiar and loving light.

They could feel it. The could hear it. They knew the aroma, it had to be done.

A dark and white blinding light filled the edge of the Rock Table.

I got you, mentioned the friend.

WE got you.

Do you remember where you are?

The Table

A coating of a watery clear view and

permanence covered the table. There were five invited and each had a place. From whence and when they came they connected with that place, with each place, and each place with the table.To walk around the table would be to walk from place to place. Each place from there could walk and talk with you. Each place had a table and each table had a place for the invited. To touch a place would be to touch a place and a place would hear your hand. Together you would feel it.

We are at the table.

From time to time.

On each table written clearly and clearly written,

you can’t walk by me, and you don’t have to pick me up to take me with you.

_can you read it?

Can you read me your name?

Do you remember who you are?

When.