of an embryo
on a transparent
Once there was a princess who knew all there was to know about royal life and yet yearned for something else so she disguised herself as a sailor and left with a crew heading for tropical seas. On board, she learned the trade and was quickly promoted. But soon, she found the sea-life as confining as the castle-life. And as she was staring at the horizon, she fell overboard and washed ashore on an island.
She searched the island for other people. She saw the island as a garden with plants and creatures she did not know. There was ample fruit for her to eat. And a beautiful lagoon to swim in. She wondered if she had this paradise all to herself.
She decided to walk the perimeter of the island to complete the idea of it in her head. But she quickly came upon a rocky shore that barricaded her from exploring one side. So she walked the other way which was as perfect as any island she ever imagined until she came upon some creatures in the distance that were grotesque and dangerous looking. Like dragons without wings, these creatures were devouring something fleshy. Quietly she backtracked and decided that they could have that part of the island.
There were dark caves in the mountains but she thought it better not to explore those. Rather, she made her own hut near the lagoon. But soon enough, the trees changed in appearance to her. The trees looked like bars locking her in. She wondered if there was such a thing as paradise anywhere in this world of one kind of jail after another.
On the hottest day, the princess got really drowsy until she thought she saw the most brilliant ship sailing toward the island as if it were a golden chariot riding in on a team of white steeds. She swore she could see their nostrils flaring in the whitewash, until there was nothing but sea again. Though it disappeared before her eyes, it was a vision of what she needed to do.
She set to building rafts which slowly became boats until she made one seaworthy enough to take her as far as she needed to go. And she left paradise as simply as she had come to it. But as she sailed away, she swore she saw some wild horses galloping along the shore.
The ship that had lost her once crossed paths with her self-made boat and took her aboard. But they did not recognize her as the sailor who used to work with them. Instead, she appeared to them as a goddess of the tropical seas. Her bleached blonde hair radiated as brilliantly as the sun. And her natural fragrance put the entire crew under her spell. When she was a sailor, they barked orders at her and she had to prove herself. She laughed off the difference and was only concerned with what she wanted to do when she got home.
Back at the castle, the king and queen rejoiced at having their princess back and alive. And they immediately talked about a prince she could marry. But she insisted that they let her learn everything there was to know about horses instead with the intention of taking over all of their equestrian operations. And for a moment, the king and queen were unsure of what to say until they simultaneously thought of the prince, their son, who sat around all day and stared at walls, and suddenly they eagerly agreed.
The princess became an expert on anything to do with horses and she could ride as well as anyone in the court or their army. Not a day went by without her riding her horse on the shore where mid-gallop she would find her brief paradise on this planet.
Whenever I’m making something with meaning, I think of it as sitting on the bank of the archetypal river. All I have to do is patiently wait and watch the flow until something floats by and then either I collect it or let it go.
Once there was a queen who built a castle large enough to fit her entire kingdom in it. Every one of her subjects had rooms more spacious than they had ever known. Everyone seemed to have as much space as he or she desired. There was even more space in the castle for her kingdom to grow as big as she wished.
Until the day everyone found out the purpose of the castle, and then it felt like it shrank to the size of a walnut. In fact, she had gotten the idea from the chambers of a walnut she had cracked open once on a lonely night. The queen had corridors, peepholes, and secret doors with which she could access any room whenever she wished. And so she enjoyed slipping into the intimate spaces of her subjects and considered them all her little walnuts, to be watched and visited as she pleased.
She interrupted dinners and interesting conversations. She popped in during heartfelt confessions. She even stepped in on lovemaking a few times. Of course, this angered her subjects but they did not show their anger for the queen had provided them with this place to live and their abandoned villages were in ruins now.
Eventually, though, they stopped paying attention to her spying and did their best not to care about her intrusions anymore. They carried on with their lives because they figured she would eventually too. But the Queen hated this feeling of becoming a ghost in her own castle and found it insulting, so she kicked them all out. And they had to return to their villages and rebuild them. And they bonded from their mutual needs and they vowed to never return to the Queen’s castle again.
Feeling even more like a ghost in her empty castle, she went from village to village to beg them to move back in. Whatever village she visited would empty out. Everyone hid from her. She banged on doors and demanded that they let her in. Not a door opened. And not a subject could be found. So she decided to go back to the castle and get her guards to crack these huts wide open and make them move back in with her. But the guards had moved out of the castle too and she did not know where they had gone either.
All of her servants had disappeared as well. She swore she could hear them in the corridors and sometimes she’d chase after them but never catch them. The empty kingdom felt to her like when a walnut shell gets cracked too hard and all the nuts shoot out and hide in places where they cannot be found even though you know they are there somewhere.
The illusion of Being can be seen by a silhouette itself, how it can appear like a cut out (the negative space or the void of Being) and yet also have weight and hardness, and, in this case, how the form can mimic other forms like those of a cloud.
a concrete slab
high surf rolling
for forty years