The place is where time, realm, dimension, or reality do not exist.
As all coexists.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJYmb_omJIQ
(Spasmeno Karavi - Dimitri Mpasis)
The man who sat on the outer wall of glistening marble was donning a typical fisherman's cap of Greek beginnings. The blue matching the dark tones of the water below in its deepest quarries. The blue that can be seen as a decorative theme mingled periodically throughout the marble of the great city structure that loomed behind him. He was awaiting an oncoming ship.
The ship was nothing that one would recognize in this current day and age. It gleamed of bronze with the sunlight reflecting piercingly off of it, producing energies captured and reused. Yet it contained that of a 1400's Chinese junker sail. But the sail was steadfast in some metal cast. The dawning of our current thoughts for a solar sail.
The captain could use the light reflection, even in daylight, to pinpoint the ideal location of port, off of a highly sophisticated lighthouse that aligned with passing light energy from sun to ship to port. All an interconnected mass production of resource shared.
The Keeper has long moved on to another post in his millions of years retirement, more as a duty to a friend than for any sort of return or home. He has been a gift to the Captain and a close friend throughout her years. Now another has taken his place, The Harbor Master.
The Lighthouse stood to the left side of the port entrance. Every time the light beam flooded around the area, one could see the glass panes lit up to reveal tiny shapes in different sizes set within.
The Daughter had returned. To once again set foot on her home land before retrieving back into the midsts. The Harbor Master nearly lost his Greek hat due to the mighty gusts that came along with the impending energy from the ship, when jumping up to run down the terrace to help with docking. He was so excited, as his friendship was loyal to The Captain's father and his footsteps followed that of The Keeper.
I jumped down off of my ship, The Helene, and grabbed the moorings. The Harbor Master came quick to help along with the crew. As his excitement bubbled over at my return, his hand reached up to my face and he gently rested the back part on my cheek. Warmth and kindness.
After the crew had made their report on all the proper calibrations and systems check - as with all dockings, I headed to the inner chambers of my home. Dressed in the traditional form of clothing, long flowing cerulean blue, I went into the city square. Filled with festivities and greetings from all, family and friends. The night shortly closed in, and I wished to go to my quiet spot at the pristine sunset.
A few planets, moons, and stars have come out to twinkle as I made my way up the shore side behind the great outer marble wall. There was a true form hill with tiny flowers amongst green grasses and an outlook over the wall to the vast blues of ocean and sky that filled the horizons, with a tint of teal green on the edges. Behind me at a great distance of waterways and brilliant lights was the gigantic city, where I had left all in their merriness. The lighthouse stood to my right and as always I glanced slowly along the horizon, soaking in all the glory. The wind picked up my hair in a force gale, and my long flowing whipped around my land legs. I reached my hand up to shield my face from my hair. And as I held it there to prevent more hair in my line of sight, I looked up to the lighthouse. Its beaming sunlight illuminated the 9 planets, set along with other objects, within the glass panes. The thought was grand, how everything worked, and how fortunate I was to be a part of something so cosmic.
As The Helene was cast off shore and The Captain and her crew headed back out to sea, The Harbor Master's lasting impression of a hand remained warmly on her cheek, and a glimpse heavenward revealed the sliver of a moon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJYmb_omJIQ
(Spasmeno Karavi - Dimitri Mpasis)
The man who sat on the outer wall of glistening marble was donning a typical fisherman's cap of Greek beginnings. The blue matching the dark tones of the water below in its deepest quarries. The blue that can be seen as a decorative theme mingled periodically throughout the marble of the great city structure that loomed behind him. He was awaiting an oncoming ship.
The ship was nothing that one would recognize in this current day and age. It gleamed of bronze with the sunlight reflecting piercingly off of it, producing energies captured and reused. Yet it contained that of a 1400's Chinese junker sail. But the sail was steadfast in some metal cast. The dawning of our current thoughts for a solar sail.
The captain could use the light reflection, even in daylight, to pinpoint the ideal location of port, off of a highly sophisticated lighthouse that aligned with passing light energy from sun to ship to port. All an interconnected mass production of resource shared.
The Keeper has long moved on to another post in his millions of years retirement, more as a duty to a friend than for any sort of return or home. He has been a gift to the Captain and a close friend throughout her years. Now another has taken his place, The Harbor Master.
The Lighthouse stood to the left side of the port entrance. Every time the light beam flooded around the area, one could see the glass panes lit up to reveal tiny shapes in different sizes set within.
The Daughter had returned. To once again set foot on her home land before retrieving back into the midsts. The Harbor Master nearly lost his Greek hat due to the mighty gusts that came along with the impending energy from the ship, when jumping up to run down the terrace to help with docking. He was so excited, as his friendship was loyal to The Captain's father and his footsteps followed that of The Keeper.
I jumped down off of my ship, The Helene, and grabbed the moorings. The Harbor Master came quick to help along with the crew. As his excitement bubbled over at my return, his hand reached up to my face and he gently rested the back part on my cheek. Warmth and kindness.
After the crew had made their report on all the proper calibrations and systems check - as with all dockings, I headed to the inner chambers of my home. Dressed in the traditional form of clothing, long flowing cerulean blue, I went into the city square. Filled with festivities and greetings from all, family and friends. The night shortly closed in, and I wished to go to my quiet spot at the pristine sunset.
A few planets, moons, and stars have come out to twinkle as I made my way up the shore side behind the great outer marble wall. There was a true form hill with tiny flowers amongst green grasses and an outlook over the wall to the vast blues of ocean and sky that filled the horizons, with a tint of teal green on the edges. Behind me at a great distance of waterways and brilliant lights was the gigantic city, where I had left all in their merriness. The lighthouse stood to my right and as always I glanced slowly along the horizon, soaking in all the glory. The wind picked up my hair in a force gale, and my long flowing whipped around my land legs. I reached my hand up to shield my face from my hair. And as I held it there to prevent more hair in my line of sight, I looked up to the lighthouse. Its beaming sunlight illuminated the 9 planets, set along with other objects, within the glass panes. The thought was grand, how everything worked, and how fortunate I was to be a part of something so cosmic.
As The Helene was cast off shore and The Captain and her crew headed back out to sea, The Harbor Master's lasting impression of a hand remained warmly on her cheek, and a glimpse heavenward revealed the sliver of a moon.
2 comments:
funny that you mention public transportation. I took while waiting for my train on the BART platform in San Francisco. I'd like to hear your story, if you don't mind.
Nice blog, beautiful images.
Cassandra, I sent you an email.
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