nascence

"nascence"

She found herself wandering 

under a dark and starry night 

with fresh air and a sense of wonder 

in her lungs,

she did not know how she came to be here

but the sense of calm was all that she needed; 

Looking up 

she could see the primordial pillars of imagination towering 

in the distant sky 

against infinite glimmering points of pale starlight, 

watching glorious clouds of creation hanging above 

swirling and flowing as spectacular streams of light 

move like rivers over the edge of infinity, 

cascading every color of existence 

like ancient waterfalls,

Roaming through gentle grass 

and underneath the starways of the cosmos 

she found her way to the Woodlock Grove, 

a revered and ancient site where all fate 

seems to converge for those not looking, 

She could smell the antiquity in the air 

of earth and trees, 

the moss and browning leaves, 

a serene sense of peace 

overlaid upon her essense and she became one 

with the wild and untamed, 

one with the supernatural forces of the strange,

She began to see the history of this grove 

and its purpose, 

her eyes rolled back to white 

as she began to hear the words of the mighty white pines;

living their centuries of existence 

in mere moments, 

seeing their sacred seeds falling 

upon the forest floor 

and growing into many tall trees,

Watching natural life bounding and moving 

through the thicket 

as their bodies stretched up toward the sky, 

their arms reaching out into the open air 

as small animals climbed through their branches 

and birds lingered above on the tips on their crowns 

singing their beautiful song;

   and every few blood moons 

   would occur a strange phenomenon,

 

Strange beings moving silently through the moonlit darkness 

shrouded in a vaporous haze, 

some kind of being

that were evolved from some natural neccessity, 

passing judgment upon the natural world, 

allowing life to thrive in one space of the forest 

while leaving death and sacrifice happen in another, 

casting a balance she could never fully understand before,

but now somehow seems familiar;

These beings with glittering galaxies where their face should be

leave behind only a thin blanket of misty haze 

over the ground 

to prove that they were ever even there 

in the first place,

She now finds herself

standing witness 

with the white pines of this grove 

to all the harmonious stability of its balance, 

knowing now she has lost her corporeal form 

and has become an ethereal entity, 

Her essence begins to stretch through the woodlands 

and into the beyond, 

traveling through existence as a formless shape,

seeing many more things beyond 

her previous comprehension, 

she feels time through epochs and eras, 

breathes in starlight into her soul and allows 

millions upon millions of years to pass before ever 

thinking of returning,

She travels through the starways 

witnessing a grander scale of the natural order of things 

so far beyond anything before, 

her being stretching out into the cosmos, 

dissapating into almost nothing 

as her soul finally returns 

and her eyes roll forward from white 

realizing now in a tranquil moment 

that she has died 

and she can share nothing of what 

she has learned 

with her previous life.

She finally resigns all her memories

from back before all this

and says goodbye.

-Armando Torres