[Congratulations to Jericho Panasuk for her first-place entry in our 2010 Creative Competition. Check back for the next 10 days, as we post other recognized entries.]
In the City
She was a ghost walking in her body
Living a strange dream of grey concrete dark resolutions conformed to the masses
She dreamed of the oceans, of jungle forests rich with absolute freedom
Leaving all she knew, her identity, the threads of the clothes she wore and the things she used to own, that she thought defined her
Leaving all she knew on the wings of a flight
She fled to the sea
Because it was better to be lonely with the wind in her hair, staring out at the possibilities of an endless ocean...
She found herself walking the craggy lines of ocean and land the parti-colored sunrises, watching ships fade slowly in the distance. She lost track of time and began to dance she found herself feeling ancient in her art form
She moved languidly through the beauty of the island
She found refuge
The pulse of her heart sustaining and her body coming back to life and her breath
Pushing farther into the heart of the island as she came nearer to Kalalau
She was reminded of her heartbeat a fierceness so deep it pushed her on as tears streamed down her and she lay on the warm rocks of redemption
She found refuge
Living without the limit of time she began to learn how to let go, she began to sing from a place she had not known
From the pure space of the divine
She found refuge
She dreamed of dolphins and awoke and was brought to the sea, it was calm and flat and she swam out to find them swimming as the sun rose
She found refuge
She began to surf when the sun would rise she would drive down and paddle out on her board...it was there where adrenaline and calm resolve would meet
She found refuge
She returned to a little sleepy town and decided to do all she ever wanted, she made all that surrounded her beautiful, she began to paint picturesque symphonies the colors liberating something deep inside her
She found refuge
In the trails which would stain her with the earth of red dirt, the solace of the eminence of velocity of the rapport of nature vibrating to the step of her soul
She found refuge
On the island that healed her soul in such a way that she had never known, the deliverance of her voice, the recognition of life
On the island
She awoke
She found refuge
She found refuge
She found refuge....
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2 comments:
congratulations jericho rell!
i hope you are proud of youself, i know i am very proud of you. i love to read your work and hope for more.
love dad
Beautiful story that rings true for many, thank you for putting the letters together to make it real.
Congratulations on your divine writing!
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