The Stronger the Hold
Greater the purge
It began with the storyteller’s vision or spirit’s dream — calling him to the Peruvian jungle — which began atop a Mayan temple speaking to villagers below. Oljita — keen on a similar vision — the storyteller invites Oljita to finish the story.
I emerged from an inner temple atop the Jaguar temple — located in Tical Mexico — heart-filled message flowing through — a spirit-charged offering to the villagers below.
Smiling — storyteller invites Oljita to Peru on an upcoming adventure. Traveling the Amazonian river — slow boat versus fast boat — a difference in time and whether pirates have time to catch up. They traveled into the jungle, landing in Contamana, greeted by new friends and family.
Recalling the seven nights — purging old thoughts and holding on as long as he could. The stronger the hold — the greater the purge. Some nights were more excruciating than the next — finishing on paradise’s shore.
The dragon approaches the vial depths of the purging soul — sludge’s scraping of inner depths of hidden secrets. With head hanging deep into the toxic container of self-knowledge — a sweetness like never before — once a cesspool of waste, now emerging rainbow’s illuminating lotus flower.
Aya speaks — let go and open the many layers of what were — allowing all to witness the emerging blossom within. Pedals were peeling outward — layer by layer — exposing the fruits of one’s own labor.
Sweet as the grass — lavender hints and hibiscus returns — Oljita falls into his mother’s peaceful embrace. Toxic sludge — switch-word blossoming songs — paradise was never a place but the journey itself — in and of itself.
~ Ani Po
Thank you Ravyne Hawke for this prompt in Promptly Written. It triggered a memory of when I went to Peru for the first time. Purging the past, emerging present-future day.
